The story that essay.

As I was flipping through the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down, picked it up, and realized that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from junior high school, and on the back it said, "Cherish me, my friend!" I don't remember if I felt the urge to cry at that time, but now, the yellow leaves are already dripping with tears. I think, there is another kind of emotion in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten what it's like to be touched, is my heart has been indifferent, or my heart is filled with some insignificant things that have no space?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we will pass by, not because of no chance, but our life is less two words - moving." Indeed, our hearts are therefore no longer sensitive, we are no longer with the heart to collect up around the slightest touch, only when we miss it, and then look back, only to find that we really lost a lot.

There are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer things in the world to be touched by. However, as long as we quietly think about it, you will find that, in fact, touched all the time, everywhere.

Reading tired, parents for us to peel an apple, is touched; thirsty, a friend to help you play back a cup of water, is touched; frustrated, to get a word of relief, is touched; happy, there are friends to share the joy with you, is touched; ordinary days, received a small blessing, even if only a petal, a leaf, is also touched... ...

People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! Perhaps it is their ordinariness that sometimes blinds us to them. There is such a saying: "The reason why people will be moved, because he lives in love." There is love in the dust, there is love on earth, and what reason do we have to let the mediocrity blind our eyes and can not feel the taste of moving it?

What is moving? A thousand people have a thousand answers. But, no matter who, can not say to a person without feelings what is really moving. Because moving is not with the mouth to say out, but with the heart to taste out.

Touched, like a refreshing spring. Drinking from it, our hearts become clear and bright.

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

Touched, like the snow that makes people's hearts flutter. When we enjoy the snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

The world has no footprints of moving, then it has also become a frozen world. The world has become a frozen world. It is cold and unforgiving.

Friends, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to carry this enough to let us recall a lifetime of moving it!