Touching prose

While climbing the mountain, I saw a pair of white-haired old people holding each other and marching on the steep stone steps step by step. I was thinking, why are you still climbing such a steep mountain at such a big age? I was curious, so I asked. I said, grandpa, are you and grandma tired of climbing such a high mountain? He smiled and said, "I'm not as tired as you young people." Then I asked, why did you climb such a steep mountain? He said to me in a friendly tone, "We used to climb mountains when we were young. This habit has never changed. Now our legs and feet are not flexible, but we can still move. Before we lie in bed, we should first climb the mountain with our wife. For one thing, we can exercise, and for another, we can't change the habit of climbing mountains together. At our age, we may fall into the loess one day. It's time to climb again. " I kept thinking when I went up the mountain, what a touching scene it was. Is this "holding your hand and growing old with your son"? Really? There is also a positive attitude towards life, which can be heard from grandpa's simple words. In his twilight years, he still insists on the same fun for two people for many years. How touching! Unfortunately, no more people realize the philosophy behind these real pictures in life. Many young people like me have an ideal of three minutes' enthusiasm and never insist on one thing. A relationship is only a short-lived passion, and they have not cultivated a lifelong tacit understanding between two people, and finally wasted a lot of beautiful time. Always looking for the avenue of life, maybe the avenue exists in these subtle pictures of life, but we don't have the heart to understand it. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that those tiredness had been forgotten, and my steps were much lighter, and I walked step by step to the top of the mountain.

Another time, I went to learn to swim. A father is teaching a child to swim. He gently tied the swimming ring to the child, then put him by the water and taught him one action at a time. I can see that kind of sincere love from his attentive eyes. What a touching scene! I wonder if our parents taught us the same thing when we were young. I think so, but my memory at that time was rather vague. Through this scene, I vaguely saw the process of growing up as a child and the selfless love of my parents. That was a touching scene.

Once I watched a movie in which the hero became famous and said to his beloved girl, "Your smile can bring me good luck. Meeting you is my greatest luck." A very touching scene,

It's worth a taste. Life is really the luckiest thing, meeting the right person.

In fact, touching things happen all the time in life. Will we be touched when we see a stranger's selfless help to a stranger? Will we feel very moved when we see a couple walking towards the marriage hall with a smile? When we see a pair of parents taking their children for a walk in the park, will we be moved by their happiness? Discover life with your heart, in fact, there is beauty everywhere, beautiful pictures, warm words and beautiful memories? When these beautiful things are constantly gathered in our hearts, we can dress up our lives beautifully, life will be full of emotions, and good memories will be formed. When we are dying, seeing some scenes can also awaken our memories of youth, just as when we see the present scenes, we will think of our childhood. These thoughts are the philosophy of life. If we can carefully observe the feelings in life, it will reflect our past. In the future, the truth of life will not be late, and the mistakes related to the theme of life will be reduced a lot.

Finding a beautiful picture in life is equivalent to finding a touch and can bring us positive energy. When we see the sunset, there will be no sadness of "sad people are at the end of the world", but we will think and have another happy day. When we see the lonely smoke in the desert, we no longer lament the desolation of life, but think, what a spectacular sight it is! When we see the curtain call of spring flowers, we will not sigh that spring is so short, but think that it will bear fruit soon! Being positive is an attitude towards life, which determines the color of life. This attitude comes from an insight into beauty.

Chapter two: those touching essays.

Wind; timebomb

The warm winter never lasts until the end, but the last cold never lasts long. Spring came and the rain began to keep falling. When I went out, a cold wind blew across my face. Oh! The wind is blowing!

Maybe it's because of the wind sign. I have always liked the wind, like windmills, like wind vanes, like colorful flags and everything related to the wind, and like the feeling of the wind blowing on my face, whether it is warm or cool, hot as fire or cold as a knife.

It's windy today, but my heart is not very happy. There are many roads, but there is still one person on the road. My friends are always leaving, and the burden on me is getting heavier and heavier. I was at a loss to find that I still have a lot of things to do. But time has long passed. Finally, I learned that when I was a child, my teacher talked about the desolation of an inch of time and an inch of gold. People always live for themselves. After all, no matter who they are, they can find a complete self among these six or seven billion people.

Everyone is lonely, whether walking in the crowd or wandering alone in the streets of his hometown. There is always only one person who knows what people are thinking, and that is themselves. Life, life. I know boys and girls, boys and girls ... but I never knew myself. No matter how many new friends you know and how happy you are talking, there will always be a moment when you will be at a loss about the future, yourself, life and dreams. ...

Many people hate the world, and many people love it. But the world always exists according to its own laws. We are always changed by our surroundings. One day I met an old friend who handed me two cigarettes. I shook my hand and said, no, thanks. He took one and smoked it. As far as I can remember, he never smoked, but he went out for a walk and finally learned it.

Quit smoking. Many people are constantly changing, from gambling to gambling, from smoking to smoking, or from gambling to big gambling. What's more, after years of groping outside, he began to become soft and elegant. I don't have the blood and passion of that year. But he is still him, and no one can replace him.

We've been through so many years, but we'll never get back to who we used to be. Maybe the first second and the second after have changed. Finally, I never went back to that second. Who was it ten years ago? Are they still with you? Just like the ambition ten years ago, the ambition ten years ago has slipped away with this time. Some people say that people cannot cross the same river twice; Because the river is changing. Have you ever wondered if that person has changed? How many cells have been replaced? Has your hair turned white? Are there many wrinkles? Has your mood changed? So people are lonely all the time. Because even the next moment, I can't find myself the moment before. The river of time is full of watercolors, and everyone doesn't know what he will be like in the next moment. Time is increasing every minute. No one knows how to return to the last appearance. Even life and death can't go back to the beginning. It is said that you cried when you came, and everyone laughed; When you left, you smiled and everyone cried.

One moment I am lonely, and the next I am lonely, just like the Tao in the world keeps going round and round, but it changes one by one. I love this world, and I love people in this world. What about the next second? Look up at the trembling tree outside the car. It's windy Hyacinthus orientalis in my mind.

I like looking at flowers since I was a child, not because I like picking flowers, but because I like looking at flowers to show myself. Upward, free, enthusiastic ......

There was a time when I liked a name called hyacinthus orientalis. Later, I learned that it was a kind of flower, so I fell in love with the name hyacinthus orientalis for no reason. When people ask me what flowers I like, I always say happily, "I like hyacinthus orientalis."

I once saw a flower on the Yuan Ye near my home, just like a reed. The clustered seeds were scattered in the air by the wind, and the seeds drifted away. I thought this was hyacinthus orientalis. So I like hyacinthus orientalis better.

Once a lovely girl asked me, what flowers do you like? I love hyacinthus orientalis! Why? I like its name, its elegance, its drift and its tenacity. The girl walked away in confusion.

Soon, I finally saw hyacinthus orientalis once, a bunch of flowers. The color is charming. But my favorite gray flowers are still blooming in the Yuan Ye near my home. Every autumn, it floats in front of my eyes and drifts away from my eyes, just like a girl's shyness when she hides from her beloved boy. In front of my eyes, it floated one autumn after another. ......

I also forgot to ask what its name was. I have always liked that kind of flower in my heart, like its helplessness and persistence, like its pursuit of a place where there is almost nothing to settle down, like the feeling that it floats in the wind, and like the feeling that it is scattered in the end of the world. Just like a feather at the beginning of Forrest Gump floating through a life change. Maybe the falling feathers are like Forrest Gump's life. Will my life float in the sky like that flower? Lonely and scattered. In the end, the seeds were scattered all over the world, and I was still turning gold in a place with roots.

It dried up and finally fell into the mud, ground into dust and became spring mud.

Maybe someone has had such a memory. I just liked a girl in another class for many years, and I didn't know her name until I graduated. Until one day I suddenly remembered such a picture and talked about such a person. Heard a familiar name, it turned out to be her.

After many years, I finally know that kind of flower is called dandelion.

left luggage

Not long ago, I saw a primary school teacher who was still young when he taught me. I always thought he was handsome, heroic and versatile. I remember that he called us China people, but this class can show the basic skills of painting, and the next class can show the ability of music, as if he knew everything. I still remember that he played the flute very well, but I can't remember what tune it was. He has long forgotten the fingering of clarinet. I remember clearly that among clarinet and clarinet, clarinet needs to be pressed a little harder, and clarinet only needs to be pressed gently, because if clarinet is not pressed tightly, the sound will become ugly. But this is beside the point.

After more than ten years, I have entered middle age, chatting with him and watching videos. It seems that he has changed a lot compared with his former teacher. Now he doesn't know whether he is unfamiliar with painting and music. The only thing I can be sure of is that after years of precipitation, he has shown a unique temperament of middle-aged people, calm and heavy. No wonder some people say that middle-aged men are the essence of men. However, his elegance remains the same, his smile remains the same, and he is still cheerful. Let me know that this is really the same teacher.

When I was a child, I often thought, if I grow up and go out for a walk with my teacher, will others think we are good friends? But when I really reach his age, others can see at a glance that he is a teacher and I am a student. A teacher is a teacher. This may be the mark left by years.

Some urbanites say that time is a butcher's knife, which makes people miserable. Some rural people say that time is a plow, plowing out the furrows on the face. If you are a teacher, time can only be compared with The Book of Sand written by jorges luis borges. It can be increased, but it will never end.

Article 3: Articles that make people cry.

If one day, the two people who gave birth to you and raised you are gone. . . . . . No one in this world will love you wholeheartedly and unreservedly, so, son! Will you burst into tears when you recall the little things with your parents? Have you ever cried at your parents' graves? When you are free, you should always go home to see your parents.

They just need you to go home. Don't spend all your time on entertainment. Those friends in entertainment places are not worth making. Remember, the bar is not your home, KTV is just a pastime. Don't let your parents see through you, they still can't see you. If one day ... no one in this world will ask you to eat when you know you will lose your temper, so, son! No matter what's going on outside, remember to go home for dinner. Don't let your parents call countless times, but you still don't answer. Children, don't let regrets stay in your heart. I don't want my parents to leave and want to have dinner with them. What a pity!

If one day, no one in this world will always take care of you, no matter how your work is, whether you are thin or fat, how your health is, whether you eat well or sleep well, because everyone is very tired, who would want to be so tired? Aren't those parents? So, kids! When your parents are sick, you should also pay more attention to them! They also need your care when they are sick!

Be kind to your parents when you are alive.

If one day .............................................................................................................................................................................. doesn't want to be an unfilial person, ask his parents how they are recently; If you are no longer with your parents, call them at least once a week and tell them about you. Don't let your parents worry about you, and don't refuse to answer their calls.

If one day .............................................................................................................................................................................. doesn't break his parents' hearts. Give them more happiness in their lifetime. Don't say you don't have time, don't say you are busy with work, and don't always spend time on others. You know, there's only one mom and dad. If you lose a friend, you can find another one. If the job is gone, you can find another one, even if your heart is gone, you can change another one, but your parents are gone. Where can you find it? Don't bring back people who don't respect their parents, don't make friends with people who don't respect their parents, and don't find men or women who don't respect their parents as husbands or wives, because people who don't have parents in their hearts are not worth socializing with.

Be kind to your parents when you are alive. . . . . .

Photos are the best proof of time, children! At least take a picture with your parents. Even if they do leave, you will still have pictures in your heart. If you haven't taken a photo with your parents yet, don't talk nonsense and take a photo quickly, children! You have plenty of time to take pictures with others, but you have no time to take pictures with your parents. What a pity if my parents leave and I can't find a photo with them through the photos! So, kids! Don't wait until you want to take a photo with your parents, but they are gone! How painful! What a pity! Anyone can be someone else's, but the only relationship between parents and children is someone else's, and anyone has the right to ignore you.

Anyone has the right to abandon you in the official flagship store, anyone has the right not to help you, and even you don't have to complain that men dumped you, because no one belongs to anyone except parents, son! Parents are the people who love you the most in this world! Be kind to your parents when you are alive. . . . . .

The relationship between parents and children is the kinship of blood and water. What kind of affection will be deeper than that of parents? Presumably, many children don't have half the feelings of their parents for their children! Children, you came into this world naked. Since childhood, your parents have bathed and washed clothes for you countless times. You can't walk. They cross the road with your little hands, and you don't eat. They fed you until you were full, and your meal was cold. But what about you? What did you wash for your parents? What did you do for your parents? Forget about the laundry. I believe you haven't even washed the dishes, have you ! Parents beat you, scold you, you hate them, even quarrel with them, and then stay at home for a few days, son! you

Children can hate anyone, but the only two people they can't hate are their parents! Don't be silly, don't hate it, what's there to hate? They are parents who gave birth to you and raised you. Think about it, who else in this world will love you more than your parents! Leave more smiles and comforts for your parents when they are alive. Who can be more grateful than your parents? Who else can care more than parents? ! Who carried you to the hospital when you were seriously ill? ! Aren't those parents? ! Do you think you are seriously ill and someone will take you to the hospital? ! Don't be silly! I can assure you that no one except your parents will be too anxious to eat or sleep well because of your illness. Your parents will be happy only if you are happy!

Be kind to your parents when you are alive. . . . . .

In a complex society, parents' love for their children is very simple. No one loves them more than their parents. Pay more attention to their parents. Don't say it when dad is sad. Men's vulnerability is not used to being seen by anyone. You just have to be there for his mother.

When you are sad, don't go away, let her cry on your shoulder. Don't turn a blind eye when your parents quarrel. You should help him.

Parents have done so much for you to solve the problem, shouldn't you do something for your parents?

Parents are the truest and truest people. Parents are the only people who won't abandon their children. Anyone will abandon you, but parents won't! So children, don't argue with your parents, have something to say! They will forgive your children, don't be sad, don't be silly, your parents won't care if you do something wrong, and their feelings for their children are greater than the sky!

Son, if one day, the two people who gave birth to you and raised you really leave, that's true.

They will never speak, never call your names, never open their eyes, and never eat with you. So, good boy, we will dry our tears, we will not cry, we will be brave! We must be strong! People always have to leave, so we should be good! Be obedient and don't cry too loudly, you will wake them up. . . . . . Be kind to your parents when you are alive. . . . . .