A story that touches the heart

The cycle of life, from gorgeous to yellow, is a story of life and a beautiful interpretation of life.

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Habitually, after dinner, I stroll along this quiet tree-lined path, breathing the purest breath from nature.

So fresh, I suddenly remembered that leaves are the birthplace of this freshness. I couldn't help looking up for the source, but at that moment, I was intoxicated by the green eyes and bent down.

I have never observed it so carefully. Tall and straight poplars set off the green sky. Looking up at the sky, there will be a refreshing feeling, which will infect my heart a little until the whole heart melts in this green, and I am intoxicated.

That leaf, dark green, dark green, seems to be a pen full of green, vigorously depicting the sky, making my head gorgeous.

I woke up from my fantasy and reached out to touch the green leaves. Even if it is very high, I can only stare at the leaves below, which is enough.

However, my sensitive heart is worried. Autumn is coming. Will this green still exist? I can't help giving up, but I can't help it.

Soon, as I expected, autumn came.

I haven't been to that trail for a long time, but now I can't bear to go, and I can't bear to see the tragic beauty blowing in the wind, but I can't stop and come here again.

Without the bleak scene I expected, I saw from a distance that green was no longer clean and mixed with yellow tones. I don't know why, I didn't feel a little dissatisfied, but I accelerated my pace.

When I approached, the golden color of the land came to my face and I lay flat like a VIP. When you step on it gently, you will hear the sound of broken leaves, which is particularly harsh on the quiet path.

Looking up, it is no longer the sky. The original singleness has now become a refutation, but it seems more ethereal and open, and it seems to add a touch of maturity.

A breeze blew and the dead leaves drifted with the wind. I just watched the "dead butterfly" flying in the wind. Finally, it fell quietly, landed on the golden ground and was submerged. ...

The original worry in my heart has completely passed at this time, leaving only the beauty that touched my heart for a long time.

This distant and quiet green is still so beautiful at the end of life after experiencing the glory and vitality of life. It bid farewell to life in a touching way, perfectly displayed its life and touched my heart for a long time.

That leaf is really beautiful.

My soul story is the theme of the composition material.

Love articles

Who will help love?

Once upon a time, there was an island where, among other things, happiness, sadness, knowledge and love lived.

All kinds of feelings.

Feeling that the island is about to sink. So everyone prepared a boat and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Island, love decided to stay, she wanted to hold on until the last moment.

A few days later, the island really began to sink. Love wanted someone to help her leave, so she came to the seaside.

Watch this. Wealth happened to pass by the sea in a big ship at this moment. Love asked, "Wealth, can you take me?"

Let's leave now. "Wealth replied," No, there are a lot of gold and silver treasures on my boat, and there is no place for you. Redundancy theory

After that, set sail.

Soon, love saw vanity sailing to the seaside in a gorgeous boat, and love pleaded again, "vanity,

Help me! "vanity refused without thinking:" love, I can't help you. You will understand when you see that you are soaked to the skin.

Not good for my beautiful boat. "Say that finish, also go with the wind.

After a while, sadness and happiness came to the seaside in tandem. Love begins with sadness.

Help: "sad, let me leave with you!" " I replied sadly, "Oh, love, I really do. "

I'm so sad now, I want to be alone for a while! You'd better beg someone else! "

Happiness followed, but she was too happy to hear the call and request of love!

Just when love is desperate because it can't get help.

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Suddenly, I heard a friendly cry.

Call: "Come on, love, let's help you leave this sunken island." The speaker is a

Elders. Love is overjoyed. Before asking his name, he hurried on the boat driven by the old man.

Simple wooden boat. When the wooden boat landed, the elder walked away quietly without saying a word.

Love was very grateful to the elder. She asked another elder who was quietly studying not far away: Excuse me?

"Who are you, old man?" The old man slowly raised his head and looked at love up and down, but

After a cordial answer.

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"I am a knowledgeable old man!" "Who is the old man who helped me?" Intellectual elderly

Answer: "He is time!" "Time?" Love asked, "Then why did he help me?" Knowledge is ancient.

The man smiled and replied, "Because only time can understand how great love is."

Philosophical point of view: Love is selfless and can stand the test of time. Any false love is like this.

Like an island, it no longer exists.

Deer story

On the vast grasslands of Africa, deer are often attacked by lions. A doe and a herd of deer.

Unfortunately, I got separated from the deer in an escape. Young deer are not able to take care of themselves and even rely on food.

Breast milk makes a living. Moreover, these deer are not descendants of the doe, and the baby of the doe is with the father of the deer.

Excellent composition for primary school students My spiritual growth story is 400 words.

Growth, like a colorful ribbon, is connected with the dribs and drabs of our life, which has been preserved from my brain until now.

When I was four years old, the sun hung on the lamp in my living room, like a huge fireball of 500 billion degrees Celsius. I felt hot and thirsty, so I clamored for watermelon. I asked my father to buy me a big watermelon. Father refused to leave, so I dragged him out of the house.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong. "Ah, it's dad's back. I quickly pushed open the door and ran into the kitchen with watermelon. Three times five divided by two, I got the watermelon. I grabbed a watermelon and sent it to my mouth.

Unexpectedly, I swallowed watermelon seeds by mistake. This worries me. If watermelon seeds germinate and grow in my stomach, won't my head become watermelon? I ran to ask dad, and dad said, when the watermelon is ripe, we don't have to go out and sell it, just pick it from your mouth. I was so anxious that I cried.

On second thought, plants need nutrition, so I just don't eat? I haven't eaten all night. The next day, I couldn't move my stomach, so I gave up.

A few days passed, and the melon seeds in my stomach never germinated. It turned out that my father just made a joke to scare me to stop wolfing down. Alas, I really made a fool of myself this time and suffered a lot.

Kneeling for the story of writing touching the soul.

On the long road of life, we will have many unusual experiences. There are bitterness, sweetness, happiness, sadness, and sometimes things that touch our hearts. These things touched our hearts and made us unforgettable.

In my life, I met many things that moved me, and one of them left an indelible impression on me.

That was when I was in the second grade of junior high school. It rained heavily, and it rained heavily. In a short time, the ground was flooded by rain. It was late autumn, the temperature was very low, I was dressed very thinly, the cold wind was blowing violently against the window, and I was sitting alone in the school dormitory, shivering with cold. At that time, I silently thought to myself, if only I could have a thicker dress now! Just as my thoughts were flying, a man pushed the door and came in. I hung my head and didn't care who came in. I thought it was a classmate. I looked up and was shocked. It's my father. I didn't expect my father to come at all, because my home is far from school, separated by several ravines. Besides, in such a heavy rain, my father couldn't come at all, but he did. I was so excited that I was overwhelmed with joy. Gradually I calmed down. I greeted my father and asked him to settle down. Only then did I find that my father had brought clothes, so I won't be cold any more. Look at my father carefully, his clothes are soaked, and his trousers and shoes are covered with mud. Father was shivering with cold, and the rain in his hair fell drop by drop. I felt very uncomfortable at that time, but more moved.

"Dad, are you cold?" Father shook his head. I said, "Dad, you are lying!" But dad forced out a smile and said, "I didn't lie to you. Dad is really not cold." But from his trembling voice, I could hear that he was cold, but he didn't want to make me sad and insisted that he was not cold. My father was leaving, so I sent him to the school gate, waved goodbye to him, and looked at his fading back, tears blurred my eyes. ...

Composition about friendship and spiritual stories, about 400 words.

These days, the weather is changeable, sometimes cold, sometimes hot. Students don't know what clothes to wear, so many students catch a cold.

My deskmate is in good health, and he was not spared by this "cold current". Yesterday, he had a fever of 39 degrees, so he had to bite the bullet and go to school, but he had no spirit at all. As soon as he got to school, he lay prone on his desk and wanted to sleep. Students also take care of him and ask questions after class. Some students also take turns to help him get hot water from the teacher's office for him to drink. He felt cold, and some students even dressed him ... Under the meticulous care of his classmates, he didn't have a fever all morning, and some classmates helped him buy medicine, but his body was still very weak, so the teacher called his parents to pick him up in the afternoon. In the morning, the students showed their friendship exquisitely, and they also told us that friendship is priceless.

What is friendship? It's actually quite simple. Friendship is a kind of affection between people, which is very subtle and often happens between people who help each other. Lend someone a pen and help him pass something, and friendship may come into being.

Friendship is ordinary, friendship is precious and friendship is also very important. Without friendship, one cannot survive in society. Wei Morris once said: "Friendship is heaven, without it, it is like hell;" Friendship is life. Without it, it means death. "This shows the importance of friendship.

And good friendship often begins in middle school. We are all more mature in middle school than in primary school, and our friendship is more real and profound, so we should cherish the friendship in middle school.

Soul story composition 800 words

Su Shi's "A Moon of a Thousand Miles * * *" is a bright moon with deep affection.

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We admire the magnificent mountains and rivers and are fascinated by the vast sea just because it is moved by beauty. For thousands of years, what we have never forgotten and hidden is the beauty of harvest where the soul can reach.

The arrival of the mind does not care about distance, because it can soften all time and space; The arrival of the soul does not care about the dangers of mountains and rivers, because the soul can capture the most beautiful touch of life; The arrival of the soul is a garden of Eden full of flowers. (article reading network: three smells)

The arrival of a spirit explains the meaning of life. Paralysis at the age of 20 plunged him into the abyss of death, uremia at the age of 365, and 438+0 made him struggle to breathe in the torture of illness, and various diseases for many years.

The pain he brought made him suffer day and night, but he didn't give up his life. Instead, he wrote his life with the pen of his heart. From "living things to writing things", we may see places that our footsteps can't reach, and these places are spiritual.

Set sail; From "The Pen Interrupted by Illness" and "My Journey to Ding Yi", we have seen the places that the eyes can't reach and the journey of the soul; From the free donation after death, we see the arrival of the soul-the value of life.

He is Shi Tiesheng, the man who "waved his sleeves and didn't take away a cloud", and the man who went home like a "tired child" in the Ditan, interpreting the meaning of life.

There is a spiritual arrival, witnessing an optimistic attitude. He is a born dwarf, and his height is less than 100 cm, which makes him live in ridicule since childhood, but he is a giant of music. He is playing my piano in France.

Betsy Ziani. Where the body can't reach, where the eyes can't reach, it is brilliant because of the arrival of the soul. He said this: "I can only calm down if others laugh at my height."

Listen to my inner height. "

Some people say that the eyes can reach places that the steps can't reach; Where the eyes can't reach, the heart can touch it. I want to say that only the arrival of the soul is the most eternal, in-depth and thorough arrival.

Story composition touching the soul (Daquan)

I came from an accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility? Where I come from, where I belong, and who will call me in the next moment. Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen the ups and downs in the world. "

Although I have heard this song many times, when it rang again, my heart still shook, and a story from "Smart Backpack" came to my mind again.

In the story, a deaf-mute girl and her mother live alone. The little girl looks forward to her mother coming home every day, because every time her mother comes home, she will buy her delicious rice cakes. But one day, it rained heavily and it was late, and my mother didn't come back. She went out to look for her mother and found her mother's body on the way, but she still had a rice cake in her hand and her eyes were wide open. The little girl thought: Mother didn't trust her to live alone in this world, so her eyes didn't close. So she dried her tears and told her mother in her own language that she would live well and let her go ... She sang the song "Grateful Heart" over and over again in sign language until her eyes closed slowly.

After reading this story, my eyes are moist and my mood can't be calm for a long time. What a great maternal love! At the end of my life, I still remember my promise to my daughter. Think about the children we often see on TV, because their children are disabled and don't take responsibility for themselves, and they are abandoned by their parents to the society. It's hateful.

Think about that strong girl again, and I am deeply ashamed. I remember one time: I sprained my ankle and limped and still hurt, so I told my mother, Mom, please ask the teacher for leave, I don't want to go to school! Mom said, "How is that possible? What should I do if my homework falls behind? " ? The sprain is not a day or two. "I'm not happy, just crying and my mother. Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't!

I secretly made up my mind that no matter what difficulties I encounter in the future, I will face them bravely, never give up, never be discouraged, and be a strong and responsible person.

A composition with the theme of the story of the soul, about 600 words.

Trees soar and leaves take root.

Roots are the thoughts of the bright moon outside the window. "I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight." How many wanderers, who are in a foreign land, are full of thoughts and reluctance, all pinned on that bright jade rabbit. I can't sleep at night and can't put down the lonely lamp. "The river is three thousand miles long and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else to say in the itinerary, just seeking to return to China early. " And why don't you want to go back to your hometown as soon as possible and end your wandering? I think the bells outside Gusu hurt the hearts of the passengers on the passenger ship. "The leaves of the plane rained in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving." Pain, even if it's just a little rain, a wisp of smoke. How many wanderings are lost, quietly wet by moonlight at night.

The root is the blood of a stamp in your hand. "When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I am here and my mother is there. " The pain of not seeing each other, and the constant blood is thicker than water, just like the roots of a tree, tightly intertwined. Although the expectation is regrettable, it has never been separated. "Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. " How shallow is that strait? How deep is the barrier? Relatives across the sea, how I long to reunite with you, mother across the strait, how can I return to your arms! Just like a fallen leaf longs to return to its roots, so do I.

Roots are a firm belief in my heart. "Finally come back here, I am like a leaf, hovering too many times, and finally return to your heart." China people have roots and have always been firm. No matter what pain or experience, we will face it bravely hand in hand. Have you ever seen the entanglement of plants in the soil? They are intertwined and give each other strength. For the same belief, even if it is broken, it will not let go. That is clearly the Chinese nation, and it will never stop being strong.

Life without a base is like the dust of the road. It happened that some people lost their roots and roots so easily for the sake of fame and profit. Regardless of betrayal or betrayal, regardless of principle and morality. Needless to say, hometown and family, they don't even remember the roots of famous families for thousands of years. People always pursue lush foliage, but they don't know that roots are the life of trees. People are the same, you can't live without roots. Even the yellow leaves in late autumn will fall back into the soil, and the flying fallen flowers will turn into spring mud. How can we eradicate it?

* * * Look at the moon and cry. Because of the heart, in five places, people who are sick because of a wish have roots; When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it's because it's raining late, and I miss my roots when I speak. Affectionate only in the spring, because want to return to the roots and stay, it's a pity. The south wind, the willows, the fireworks on the bridge, the mountains and rivers in my hometown, the grass and trees are all filled with deep feelings. Flowers are no longer flowers, but hometown, and the moon is no longer a month, but a miss.

Relocation because of roots; Because there are roots, it is difficult to leave the homeland; Because it has roots, Qian Shan Wanshui will come back.

Like, leaves always come back to their roots.

Creation of spiritual stories

That was the most unforgettable thing in my life. I will never forget, it educated me and let me know that there is someone behind me who has been caring about me. From the moment it touched my heart, it lit up the darkness in my heart.

When I was a child, my father slapped me hard because I didn't eat. I got sick and spent a lot of money. From then on, my father learned a lesson, rarely hitting me, some lightly, but I kept it in my heart like a fool, and some hated my father until that day came.

In the summer afternoon, the sun is still scorching the earth, perhaps because of the hot weather, people don't want to go out. I walked casually on the lonely path. I don't know if God arranged for me to see such a scene: a father and son are playing ball under a banyan tree, and their smiles make me jealous. My father has never played with me. I leaned against the tree next to me and looked at their happy faces, which made me look forward to it. Suddenly, the ball rolled under my feet. I came to my senses and bent down to pick it up. The little boy jumped over to me and said, "Sorry, sister, I kicked you." He touched his head shyly, and I smiled and said, "Never mind, I'll give you the ball back." But thinking that they had such a good time just now, I asked, "Little brother, does your father love you very much?" Didn't he hit you? He paused, patted the ball and said to me, "My father often hits me, but he also loves me very much. I like my father best. " The little boy's father came over and touched his son's head and said, "Say goodbye to my sister. I'm going home. " He smiled at me, and both of them waved at me and turned away. I looked at their backs and felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

When I got home, I accidentally found a photo in an old book. It was taken by my father when I was 3 years old. I walked slowly to the window. It was already afternoon before I knew it. The sun is setting in the west, and oranges are painted all over the sky, which is reflected in the photos. My father's smile is clearly visible in the sun. I don't remember anything when I was 3 years old, but I know my father must love me very much. Why should I hold a grudge for a slap?

Looking at the fuzzy banyan tree outside the window, it seems that you can still see the father and son. The breeze is blowing. My father's kind smile reminded me of my mouth, opened my chest and arms, and let the breeze take away my unhappiness. I thank the father and son for playing under the banyan tree, which touched my heart.

Soul story composition 600 words

At first, I thought the countryside was a fairyland of fairy tales. It has faded away the glitz of the city and washed away the complexity of the world. It may be Al on Van Gogh's canvas, the blue sky as clear as a mirror, and the gorgeous sea of flowers as oil painting. Golden sunflowers, nourished by sunshine, have grown seeds of hope. It may be an idyll in Tao Qian's poems, which tells the story of a fairy couple in the fog. The oblique sunshine is light and leisurely. It's just a village in poetry. When we really walk into the village and feel the village with our heart, we will find that our village is experiencing pain. There is also sunshine, which is not warm but viciously roasting the earth. Looking from a distance, the swaying figure on the earth is tired of its heart in the morning and evening, in spring and autumn. He grew up in this land, and his sweat nourished this land; He learned to be strong in this land, and his steps strengthened this land; He was born in the loess and returned to the loess, which has been endless for generations. When the storm came, his heart trembled like a swaying crop in the field, and tears crossed the cheeks of the ravine, drowning his heart and his breath layer by layer like water drowning the field. When the drought came, the crops shook like his thin body. He can't see hope and gain, and his confused eyes are dry and empty. They are sometimes happy, but this happiness seems so humble. Their greatest happiness is a bumper harvest. Full particles are like gems, and the corners of the eyes smile like crescent moons. What they want most is good weather, and they just want to live an ordinary life. Faced with such a picture, will such a country let us down? In fact, the countryside is more real because of this cruel beauty. Feel the countryside, don't always be a leisurely tourist. While appreciating its tranquility and purity, we should pay more attention to its pain and give it more understanding and sympathy. Feel the countryside, feel the pulse of farming civilization, feel the most vigorous cry of China, feel the massiness of that land, and feel the blood and sweat of that land; Feel the most simple persistence and perseverance of farmers in China, and feel the pain and helplessness experienced by farmers in China. When we looked at them with disdain, did it ever occur to us that they brought us hope for life with sweat and blood? With the most humble attitude, we can see that China has become an eternal farmer in history, and let us feel the countryside with our heart! Follow-up: Anything else?

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