Touched junior high school composition

There is a glass in my heart, which contains large and small; Red and green things. That's my bittersweet recording chip. I randomly took a small piece from it and inserted it into the wave of memory-I was very playful when I was a child. There is a river near the school. The water is especially clear and green. In summer, there are many fish and shrimp in the river. Lobsters, in particular, are either slightly floating on the water or vaguely hidden in the grass. That big lobster is also easy to bite, two or three at a time. Looking at the expression and joy of my friends, I was also itching and joined the shrimp fishing team. Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on it and fell into the river. I was flopping about in the water, shouting-a teacher happened to pass by, and he rushed down the beach without taking off his clothes, rushed into the water and dragged me ashore. I don't know whether I was shocked by falling into the water or I was young and ignorant. I looked at the teacher who was soaked to the skin, but I was unmoved-I was still so playful in primary school. Tireless during the day, sleeping deeply at night, often unable to get up in the morning. In order not to be late, I often forget to bring my lunch box in a hurry. At noon, my stomach naturally sang an uncomfortable "Empty City Plan", and my classmates almost made my mouth water with relish. At this time, the head teacher will always take out half the rice in her box and let me share it with her. Strangely, teachers always eat very little, but they always say they are full. I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's motherly smile, I was still unmoved-when I was in middle school, faced with the increase of courses and the increase of learning burden, I had no choice but to say goodbye to fun. I am immersed in the ocean of books and topics every day. The teacher is also very tight, often with one front leg and one rear leg. I have a strong nature. In order to make my grades not too embarrassing, I really never tire of learning and asking questions. As soon as I am free, I will consult my teacher. Sometimes even the teacher has to be caught eating. Teachers often put down their jobs at once, wipe the sweat from their foreheads and patiently give me answers. Maybe it's the pressure of studying, or maybe I'm busy squeezing time. In the face of the teacher's slightly tired face, I am still unmoved-the senior high school entrance examination is coming soon. In order to climb the heavy wooden bridge, I have worked harder, which is simply forgetting to eat and sleep. Once, I fell asleep in English class. Strangely, the teacher was beside me, and even more strangely, she didn't wake me up. After class, she just whispered, "You'll catch cold when you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the bangs blowing in the breeze, my eyes-the wheel of memory stopped turning, my thoughts were pulled back to reality, and my face had a cool and salty feeling. Is this moving? ! This is so touching!

In life, there are many beautiful things that slip away between us inadvertently. My friend, don't let this wonderful feeling slip through your fingers like fine quicksand. Please learn to cherish.

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First of all, spring

"The weather is changeable, it was sunny just now. How can all of a sudden ... "I can't help complaining. There was another cold wind, and I couldn't help shivering. Sneezing one after another, my nose has been ignoring me. I had to bite my bullet and finally got to school. I rushed home without saying hello to my good classmates. ...

"Jingle bell ..." Why didn't anyone answer the phone? Oh, by the way, mom and dad are on duty in the hospital. I am in a daze. My head is dizzy and heavy. I looked at my watch vaguely. "Oh, no!" It's already half past eight. I picked up the receiver and heard a familiar voice: "XX? Why haven't you arrived at school yet? The first class is over. Is there anything wrong? " "I ... caught a cold yesterday and overslept." "So that's it. In the future, you should pay attention to the weather changes and add clothes in time, but don't worry, rest at home today, and I will find a way to make up for the missing classes. " "well! ..... "I nodded hard, eyes blurred again. ...

Second, summer.

The sun is high in the air, the trees beside the poplars are smoking, and the green leaves are like thirsty mouths. I was sweating like a pig after physical education class came down. The students went back to the classroom, huddled under the electric fan, blowing cool air and drinking delicious drinks. I sat alone in my seat, trying to quell the old protests, all because of my memory. My mother filled me with water last night and forgot when she went out in the morning. I can't remember how many times. Go to the grocery store to buy. The wallet has been in deficit for a long time. Alas, bear with it.

When I was upset, I suddenly got out a cup of coke that was spraying a chill, and I couldn't help but stare big eyes. "Drink!" "But what about you?" "Me, and." "Well, thank you!" "Don't worry! Friends should help each other! " I quickly inserted the straw and took a long drink. Ah, a chill goes straight to my heart, which is really cool!

Third, autumn.

Maple leaves are red all over the hillside, and leaves are everywhere. How can you miss such a beautiful scenery?

I walked alone on the path, enjoying the boundless scenery. In the distance, a man and a woman are kneeling. As a third party, I didn't want to worry about other people's happiness, so I turned and climbed up the hillside. After walking for a while, I couldn't help looking back at the close lovers. Only to find that two people are scrambling for something. It didn't take long for the man to leave angrily, leaving only the sad girl.

I can't help shaking my head regretfully and walking on. ...

Fourth, winter.

The cold enveloped the whole city, and my hands were red with cold and stiff. Mother gently rubbed my little hand with her warm big hand and then covered her chest. I looked at my loving mother, and a warm current welled up in my heart, and tears rolled down my cheeks.

I really hope it can freeze during this time.

Moved by the four seasons, I learned to cherish. Because I cherish it, I recorded all these feelings.

A Brief Comment This article picks four ordinary and touching pictures from the four seasons in a piecemeal way, which implicitly shows the author's understanding and thinking about teachers and students' feelings, friendship, love and affection, thus explaining the topic of "cherishing" to the fullest. Coupled with the inscription and response at the end of the article, the abstract emotional topic of "cherish" is vividly described, and the structure of the article is also integrated.

When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down to pick it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "We passed by, not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...

Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched?

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Touched, such as refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.

Friend, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!

There are more and more tall buildings, and the space is getting smaller and smaller. More and more indifferent, less and less warm. And moving is to interpret the connotation of human nature in a light but moving way. -inscription

I still feel full with tears in my eyes.

I opened the window in the morning, watched the sunlight penetrate every leaf, and talked to life in a silent and simple way. I was moved.

I was moved by walking in the evening, watching the sunset and savoring Li Shangyin's artistic conception of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night".

Touched, it ignited the fragrance of spiritual home and haunted people's lives.

While the times are developing and the economy is developing at a high level, has our spiritual home been deserted? Have we missed a corner of our hearts?

In a hurry, how many people stop to listen to their inner voices? Most people are too rough in life and gradually become indifferent.

The streets of Manhattan, new york are busy with traffic. A little girl stood under the tree and refused to leave. People were surprised to find that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural substitute.

People who lack emotion are not real people.

There is no real development in a society without emotion. It lacks humanistic nutrients and can only go desolate in the end.

How long has it been since we were touched by those beautiful words? Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness and Hugo's grandeur.

How long has it been since we were moved by those noble people? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun in winter for the people; Wen Tianxiang, who sowed the lofty righteousness of "Life is short and no one dies, leaving a fresh heart to shine on history"; Su Wu, who is three thousand miles away from the big fellow. ...

Touching is not a simple tear, nor is it superficial sadness. Touching is a humanistic spirit and a spiritual voice between people.

In today's highly developed material, where does our spiritual road lead? Learn to move.

When one heart is no longer far away from another, our society will be warmer. When everyone can feel the vibration of others' heartstrings, our society will become harmonious.

"I came to this world to see the sunshine." Won't balmont's words touch us?

The faint fragrance comes to the nose, and our material home and spiritual home will be full of enduring flowers, towards the distant.

Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there are always some memories that leave deep traces in your life.

Whenever I think of it, there is always a long-lost impulse in my heart, which is touching.

No one will deliberately seek to be moved, because this is a simple truth and a tremor of the soul. When we see our companions fighting for this group, we can't help cheering for them, and we will cry when we fail and when we succeed. What rises from the tip of our nose is sour, but what gushes from our hearts is sweet. Many people always like to listen to some old songs, which may not sound so good, but those familiar melodies and simple notes can always remind people of the past and recall the mood when listening to this song. Similarly, whether you think of sadness or happiness, there is always a touch that haunts your mind.

In fact, in the long river of life, I am never moved.

Parents' concerned eyes and haggard back day by day are touched by life.

A friend's letter, a short message of blessing, is a comfort to you who are lonely in the distance.

Life is like this, we inadvertently say hello, a greeting, a smile, a little fate ... these things hidden in our hearts are a truth, which has been profound for a long time, even unforgettable for a lifetime. These warm memories will come out unconsciously when we are lonely and feel warm.

Therefore, every time you hold an old photo that was accidentally turned out, don't be surprised why you shed tears. Maybe that vague number is what you care about.

Therefore, there is a red leaf floating in the dream. Don't be surprised at it for no reason. Maybe it is the treasure of your life.

So, when I read an exquisite essay by the window, don't be surprised why my fingertips tremble. Maybe that philosophical deduction is exactly what you have experienced.

And moving also needs to know how to experience and aftertaste. Have you ever thought about giving when others give you love?

I have heard such a story: there was an old man whose husband died and his children left, leaving her alone. She felt that life meant nothing to her, so she went to the seaside to end her miserable fate. Just as she was walking on the beach, a girl came face to face and gave her a deep smile. Suddenly, the old man felt a beam of sunshine in her heart. Life had not given up on her, so she decided to live a good life.

Just a smile and a touch can make an old man accept life again, so let's hold an umbrella for others in the rain, give a warm cup of tea to strangers, give a bunch of flowers to relatives, and even a bunch of nameless grass. As long as it's not perfunctory, it's not mystifying, just expressing your feelings. Holding that simple and fresh blue with your sincere eyes will make people cry.

Life is beautiful, and touching others will touch you.

Philosophers say that as long as wisdom is unique, even if you smile everywhere, you can feel a kind of love, a taste, a charm and even a philosophy.

What moved me was the slowly melting river that had been frozen for a long time under the spring breeze;

What touched me was a red plum, standing proudly, floating a faint fragrance in the snow;

Touching is a clear spring flowing in the jungle;

Moved by the endless night, the moon is like a hook;

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

There is a feeling called gratitude.

It is easy to be ignored, but it is full of the most sincere feelings in the world. Some people may say, "We are in an era when gratitude is not easy and it is not popular." Gratitude seems to have nothing to do with us. But when you enjoy life and taste it with a grateful heart, you will experience all kinds of happiness that you have never experienced before!

For example, people can be grateful for a good night's sleep and open their eyes; Enjoy a good night's sleep and make yourself feel comfortable. Pushing out the door, the weather is really good, and people can be grateful; Thanks to the blue sky and white clouds and the breeze, I feel comfortable. Buying breakfast, the girl who sells breakfast smiles and makes people feel grateful; Appreciate the girl's smile and give yourself a good start. A good beginning is sure to bring good luck. These simple pleasures only need you to have a grateful heart.

But what if there is no gratitude? People will find many excuses to belittle, belittle and even turn the good things that others have done for themselves and what happened to them into bad things. "He owes me", "He should", "Nothing to be happy about" and "He should have done this a long time ago" are common excuses. In fact, everyone is choosing their own path. Family, relatives, friends and classmates can help each other, but it is not the relationship between who owes who. Help is out of love, not out of debt repayment. If people can understand this truth, their lives will become warmer.

Man is a magnetic center, and different magnetic centers attract different things. You are the core of good things, and good things are easy to happen to you; You are the magnetic center of bad things, and bad things can easily happen to you. Human gratitude is an important part of the magnetic center of good deeds. With it, good things will keep falling on you. When others help you or do a good thing for you, you are grateful and express it, and people who work for you will also feel happy from it. The constant pursuit of happiness is the law of human behavior. This law makes people very interested in things that bring them happiness. Next time, people who have helped you will be more willing to help you. When something good happens to you, you should be grateful. Gratitude can enhance and prolong people's happiness about good things, and happiness can make people have a better attitude and work more efficiently. In this way, a good thing is likely to be the starting point of several good things. In this way, good things will continue to fall on grateful people in new ways. Similarly, ungrateful people push away from themselves not only a good thing, but a series of good things. Then why don't we be grateful?

Gratitude connects people's life with the source of happiness and happiness, and people's hearts will become very healthy because they are often nourished by good emotions.

Let us be grateful for the wonderful music and simple melody, just like a quiet pastoral in the air under the blue sky. The cello sings slowly and deeply, like a soul exposed to nature. Sighing from the depths, the soul is comforted by music.

Let's thank all the beautiful things that nature has given us, such as the change of seasons, the rushing river and the chirping of silkworms. Such as catkins; Full pond red lotus; Smog, these vivid pictures are also writing a hymn for our lives! Baptize the soul.

Let's be grateful for sincere friendship, which is music decorated with youth and holy life, and it is a hymn of incomparable youth. Please put your hands on your chest quietly, and you will feel the word burning in your chest like a flame.

Let's be grateful for setbacks. It is impossible for a person's life not to encounter difficulties or even disasters. Please don't mind the difficulties. Maybe it's a lucky start, a life test and your life experience, which will make us more mature and know ourselves more clearly.

Start with small things, let your eyes see things worthy of gratitude, and let your heart feel grateful. What people pay attention to, what things will become more and more real. As long as you keep doing it, after half a year or a year, you will find many beautiful things in life and many things to be grateful for. When you make this discovery, your life will become warm, happy and satisfied.

Deep in my heart

Touched, it seems only for a moment. However, at that moment, it can make me remember deeply, make me unforgettable and make me cry!

During that time, my heart was dark and I couldn't seem to cheer up anymore. Grandpa died, and so did my grandfather who loved me the most. His tears have dried up and his eyes are no longer clear, staring at one place all day.

The teacher can only sigh frequently when his grades plummet. I don't know from which day, I found several pieces of paper stapled together in my schoolbag, which wrote the key contents of teachers in various subjects. Beautiful and clean handwriting. Who wrote it? Why did he or she give me an extra note?

I never watch it, but I throw it aside every time and keep thinking about my grandfather.

The paper piled higher and thicker. Who on earth has such time and perseverance? This mystery, which puzzled me, was finally solved by me after a section on physical education class.

Physical education class finished class that day, and I trudged back to the classroom. I just walked into the classroom and happened to see someone in my position. Who is that man? I saw that man slowly turn around, and both he and I were surprised. It turned out to be him, the one who had been against me in study! I immediately stepped forward, stared at him and said, "What are you doing? Do you feel sorry for me? Remember, no matter how depraved I am, I don't want your charity! " After that, I took out some pieces of paper that he had just stuffed into my schoolbag and tore it smartly. For an instant, the whole classroom was silent.

Without saying a word, he quietly returned to his position and began to bury himself in writing. Soon, a piece of paper flew over. I opened it, and it read such beautiful and clean handwriting: Grandpa will not be happy to see you like this in heaven. Cheer up quickly, no one is competing with me for the first place, I'm not used to it!

After reading it, I felt very uncomfortable and had a complicated feeling. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I tried not to let them fall. I went up to him again and shouted at him, "You don't have to mind my business! If you're not used to it, you're not used to it. Don't interfere with me! Why are you tired of taking the first place? You don't have to show off in front of me! " After saying the last sentence, I turned back to my seat smartly. He bowed his head and said nothing.

The next day, I thought there would be no more notes. Unexpectedly, there were, and there were two copies, yesterday and today. Suddenly, tears came out, and I suddenly realized. ...

Before that, I was cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart ... from then on, I treated life happily and optimistically!

If I were a tree

If someone asks me, "What kind of plants do you like best in the world?" Let me answer:

"I like trees best!

If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree that grows on the top of the mountain, no matter what it is.

Trees, green mountains, towering pines, dignified and beautiful fir trees, and fragrant cypress trees.

Dear camphor, precious and delicate nan ... I grew up quietly on the top of the mountain and was the first person to see the morning glow.

Rising, the first drop of rain falls in my arms, and I embrace the atmosphere of freedom and freedom.

The wind. I am so strong and tall, and my thick branches and leaves rise to the sky.

Rise to the golden sky. I have no thoughts. I don't understand the pain and feeling of thoughts.

I don't know the taste of happiness and happiness, but I only know how to live to the fullest.

Grow, grow.

If I can't build a tree on the top of the mountain, then I will build a tree that can see red.

A dusty tree.

Or, I am a big banyan tree on the edge of the village, watching generations of farmers curl up in the breeze.

Flourish in the smoke. Summer night, I like a kind old man to comfort farmers.

Move back to tired body, short, gossiping and playing tricks at home below.

Ghost, I have repeatedly listened to the ancient rural legends handed down from generation to generation. I

At this time, it is not only a tree, but also a forest, like the villagers, becoming a

A world that can be independent.

In other words, I am a locust tree in a quadrangle, and I feel very comfortable and safe at home.

Ning, silently recording the joys and sorrows in life, savoring the warmth of the family.

Calm, sad to see a child become a wrinkled old man, body.

Taste the warmth of human feelings and the vicissitudes of the world. It was raining and snowing, and I held him with open arms.

The children's hut, as the umbrella of the house, makes the warmth rise slowly from the bright stove; moon

As light as water, I can play the lyre, so that everyone in the room can have a quiet.

Dream on.

Or, I am an apple tree in the orchard, and my shy fruit turns the garden

Bees and butterflies are wearing red clothes and flying around the garden happily.

The girl with a beautiful headscarf walked under the tree and held hands with her lover, their faces

Printed with the joy of harvest and the sweetness of love. How I envy the beautiful love of mankind.

Love is the collision between souls. People love because of understanding and go away because of love.

Understand how subtle, subtle and complicated this feeling is. Unfortunately, I am a lifeless tree.

The tree of souls only hears the leaves rustling in the wind, but it doesn't hear the weeping for love.

The sound of crying and joy. When people love us, they don't know that I am more eager.

Experience all human emotions.

In other words, I am an ancient and rare crape myrtle tree in Yuan Yeli, lonely and cold.

I have lived in silence for many, many years, bearing people's worship and sympathy for me. I use the same

Compassionate eyes, watching these suffering people come to worship, seems like my life.

Growing up can bring them endless happiness and hope. At the foot are piles of ashes, branches

There is bright red wool hanging on the wall, and the bright color matches my old face better.

Disharmonious. People are full of fear and despair about death. If there is no death, there is no phase.

Love and passion, no tragedy and adventure, no charm of life. I seem to have lived for a few years.

A hundred years, like everything in the world, will return to eternal death. In fact, only

If you want to see through the futility of life, you should try your best to be free from death.

Or, I am a restless tree in the forest, and the sun sets for several months.

Plants and trees have been dying for many years. Suddenly one day, I decided to go out of the mountain and have a look.

Lily, smell the fragrance of the field and listen to the sound of the waterfall. Although there are no leaves

The cover makes me extremely scared. Although the tension of the saw blade makes me groan, it hurts.

Later, I ushered in a new world and was pleasantly surprised to find myself sheltered from the wind and rain.

The cabin has become a book full of wisdom, a warm and elegant furniture, and a

Sailing ... I only know that I can be so strong and brave.

Great adventure. In my body, my will, strength and ideals have never been so tight.

Closely linked together. It turns out that trees, like people, need to be pursued and developed.

Go ahead, desire.

In other words, I can't make any trees, and people can't have an afterlife. But,

In this life, I hope to live quietly like a tree, so natural and true, so.

Full of energy, so full and upward, so indifferent and so affectionate. ...

It was a National Day night, and my father took out a cantaloupe from the refrigerator and put it on the table. When I saw it, I shouted happily, "Eat cantaloupe!" I took my cousin and stood at the table. Dad smiled at the two of us, raised his hand and fell, and the oval cantaloupe split in two. Ah! The yellow flesh glowed seductively in the strong light, which made my mouth water. Dad asked mom to give half to grandma Chen next door.

I looked at the remaining half of the cantaloupe on the table, then at my father, thinking, see how you divide it, but it's always for my cousin. Sure enough, half a cantaloupe became two halves of different sizes under dad's hand. I held my breath and made no noise, but my eyes were fixed on the knife in my father's hand.

Dad's knife moved again. Divide the small pieces in half and the large pieces in half. Is the knife in your hand wrong, or is there another reason? Anyway, the size of the two melons is obvious. Needless to say, the big one must be for my cousin.

Sure enough, my father reached for the big one and handed it to my cousin. "Hum! What dad, eccentric. " I thought to myself. Cousin took the cantaloupe handed over by her father, and instead of bringing it to her mouth, she turned and handed it to her mother sitting by the door: "Eat, big mother." "No, light light blue, you are the best." My cousin insisted on giving the cantaloupe to her mother. She turned and walked back to the dining table and gave her father a bigger melon: "Dad, you eat." Dad didn't speak, looked at me and took the cantaloupe. I was startled and looked at my cousin. I saw that she returned to the table, compared the two cantaloupes together, picked up the bigger one and sent it to me: "Sister, you eat." I don't know how I got the melon in my hand, but my face is burning. I glanced around blankly: dad … mom … cousin … cantaloupe.

Shame and guilt surrounded me ...

Before May of 12, I had yearned for that day, because I knew it was Nurses' Day and Nightingale's birthday, which represented tenderness and love. No matter what I think, this is a happy day. However, the disaster happened so unexpectedly.

On May 12 14: 28 Beijing time, an earthquake of magnitude 8.0 occurred in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province, and nearly half of China, including Beijing, felt the earthquake. The Sichuan earthquake caused great harm and loss to the lives and property of local people. In towns and villages, people's homes collapsed instantly, while young people who are working, old people who are taking a lunch break and students who are struggling for the future are covered by gray disasters such as inclined steel bars and bricks.

A few days ago, I found a passage on the Internet: When the earthquake struck suddenly, Tan Qianqiu, a Hunan teacher working in Wenchuan, protected his students with his own flesh and blood. At that critical moment, he had the opportunity to protect himself calmly with rich life experience, but his first thought was the students. At that moment, his wife and children may appear in front of him, and he may hesitate and hesitate. But his love for students left him no choice. He resolutely opened his arms to protect his four students, leaving them hope for life and death for himself. Behind him, he left a family's grief and regret, four families' reunion and happiness, and countless touches. His selfless love began to sprout like a seed, infecting not only his hometown in Hengyang, Hunan Province, but also his classmates in the university and countless teachers and China people.

Disasters bring us more than just pain. Teachers' personality is the cornerstone of education. As a political teacher, Tan Qianqiu gave his students the last and most perfect ideological and political lesson with his life. When the children he helps grow up, they will know more about courage, selflessness and responsibility than others.

When I finished reading this passage, I felt my face was wet. That's the tears I shed after I was moved by the great behavior of Teacher Tan Qianqiu. Humans are using their own actions and even their lives to explain to us what is selfless and what is love! When thousands of houses in Qian Qian fell down, they propped up the whole world with love, and they left the chance of life to the flowers of the motherland.

There is an unforgettable love in this world, just like the sun, which will rise in the east whether it is sunny or rainy. It is through this kind of love that people who are overwhelmed by their studies or work have feelings again and know what is moving. But the price is too high. Do we have to lose so many compatriots to make people understand what touching is? The answer can be imagined, no matter who will resolutely say no!

We can't lose any more compatriots. Let's join hands and let this great love fill the whole world!