Heart-Shaking Essay (1):
It is not only the love of parents for their children in the face of disasters that shocks the heart, but also the strong will to never give up.
Inscription. The reason why the waterfall can flow straight down is because it has accumulation; The reason why Dripping Water can penetrate the stone is because he has the will to persevere......
Taking advantage of the five-day holiday on New Year's Day, I cleaned my room well, but when I was standing on the bed and cleaning the cobwebs in the corner with a broom, I suddenly found a small spider.
It's so small, so unobtrusive, that I never noticed it existed. Its body is white in color, and it is almost transparent. It was weaving a web, and its little body was crawling around on the small web, and I wanted to continue to see how it weaved, but my mother's urging became more and more frequent, and I couldn't help but speed up my hand, and when I swept to its side, I hesitated, but when I remembered my mother's appearance when she was angry, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Eventually, I relented and destroyed the web it had worked so hard to weave. I ran to the drawing-room and put the broom at the door, but when I came back, I saw the little spider crawling and weaving the web again, and I thought it was very interesting, so I found a little stick, and stood on the bed, and watched the little spider weave the web, and when it was knit in one place, I used the little stick to break ......the webThis went back and forth several times, but the little spider still did not give up, and continued to weave webs, mend webs, and weave webs......
I was shocked, and in the end, I gave up, I didn't continue to break the web of the little spider, I was shocked by the spirit of the little spider who never gave up and persevered to the end.
Soul-Shaking Essay (2):
Moved by all things, naturally, from the heart, moved is a kind of inner shock, is the innocence of all things. I remember that time, and my heart couldn't help but stir!
One day, I was leisurely strolling around my home when suddenly a book caught my eye, and I quickly picked it up and started reading it seriously. I saw an article: "The Prop Up in *". The text says; In 1999 there was a big **. A mother was crushed by a boulder on her back, but she used her weak hands to prop up the huge boulder for her 7-year-old daughter. The mother lasted two days, and the rescue team arrived to save the person in tears. After a day of rescue, the mother and daughter were rescued, but the daughter had already died of anger.
Seeing there, my heart couldn't help but make waves, and the spring in my heart surged up, and my eyes suddenly sparkled: if that mother had known that her daughter had died, then her powerful spiritual power would have disappeared, this is the great mother's love!
That's when I was in sixth grade, and it was pouring rain and I came back to school soaking wet. The teacher asked my mother to bring a set of clothes over, and my mother took time out of her busy schedule to come over. My mother took a set of clothes in her hand and gave it to me in the bathroom: really, how did you do it, you are still wet when you go back to school early, and you should change your clothes quickly so as not to catch a cold in the cold. I took my clothes and changed them immediately, and my mother gave me her umbrella before leaving: hold it when you go home, don't get it wet again! I said worriedly, "So what do you do?" Mom hesitated: It's okay, it's not raining much, I'm healthy in the rain, and my body is very good. So you don't catch a cold, so as not to miss your studies, understand? My heart fluttered, and my eyes blurred on my mother.
The mother's love that touched the line in the mother's hand, the mother's love, touched my heart, and I found a sentence in the poem that best describes my mother: I can't choose the best, but the best chooses me!
Shocking