Who can give me an essay on moving?

I once again shed sincere tears for ordinary people.

This is the power of morality.

The ancients said, "Virtue is the first line." Morality is the self-discipline of the mind, morality is human dignity, and morality is the criterion of honor and disgrace.

In pursuit of moral strength, we set out again and again.

Once, Gu Quanxiong, a retired cameraman, dragged a heavy copy of a movie to the west and stopped us. Once, nanny Huang Hexiang silently raised her employer's children 10 years later, we were moved by an indifferent "unbearable"; Once upon a time, horses that took good care of their sick mother-in-law for 30 years and still took care of their sick daughter-in-law at the age of 83 made us feel the simplest truth in the world.

On the occasion of the fifth "Citizens' Moral Publicity Day", we set off again.

To find a good thing, to understand a kind heart, to feel a kindness.

We firmly believe that virtue, not money, makes people happy for a long time.

We firmly believe that the power of morality can shock the soul and can be passed on to each other.

A father took in 400 street children.

At the age of 60, he has never had his own family and children, but he has taken in more than 400 street children from all over the country in 20 years. He has no job, and in the most difficult time, he feeds these children by collecting junk.

When every weak life is most helpless, reach out and give them a "home" with a father-in Zheng's view, this is the "career" of his life. Jinan, a comprehensive building in tianqiao district Xincaishi Street.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the crisp alarm clock rang. Soon, eight boys and an old man filed out of one of the huts.

There is no bathroom in the hut, so they take a bath in the yard.

The youngest of the eight boys is only 8 years old, and the oldest is 18 years old. They all have dark skin and look strong and healthy. Breakfast is instant noodles, and each child makes a bowl for himself and then wolfs it down.

Like the children, the breakfast of the elderly in Cheng Zhengzhen is instant noodles. The 60-year-old man's hair is gray, thin and short, and his teeth are almost gone, so it is quite difficult to eat noodles.

The home of Zheng He's eight children is in this 20-square-meter hut.

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears, and there is always a sport that makes us unforgettable-why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love this sport deeply. ......

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears, perhaps a surprise, perhaps a shock, perhaps a touch, perhaps a sadness, perhaps an anger ... In the face of emotions, we have no choice but to burst into tears, which is a state of mind and state that many people want to achieve. As a fan of F 1, how can you not expect F 1 to start again after another waiting period? Four months of idleness have passed. When the roar of F 1 resounds through the earth again, how can you not burst into tears?

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears. It doesn't need to be anything big or shocking-we can cry because of a warm touch or because of a small surprise. This power doesn't need to be grand, as long as it can touch our hearts very gently, as long as it can touch our hearts so gently and easily, we will burst into tears.

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears. Spring has come, the sunshine hits us warmly, and the breeze caresses our faces gently. Full of green outside the window warmed our hearts and touched our whole body. This power makes us want to cry. And Australia and the smoky breeze will bring us this power-when Albert once again ushered in the new cycle of F 1, how can we not be moved to tears of joy?

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears. For more than ten days, I have been shrouded in the opening excitement of F 1. Walking in the street, meet acquaintances and smile and say hello; Lying in bed, you can always smile sweetly, thinking that you can see Michael driving a Ferrari in Melbourne in a few days; Sitting in front of the computer, everyone will say "The game is on F 1" and the name of MSN will be changed to "Get up at 6 o'clock on Sunday morning to watch F 1". This kind of power has been deeply infecting me and encouraging me, and this weekend, it will turn into greater power, making me burst into tears again.

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears. Although it was impressively written on the radio table the day before yesterday that the broadcast started at 6 am, we would still get up on time, turn on the TV, and then wait for the roar of the engine to deafen the eardrum-this is the explosion after four months of endless waiting.

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears. How can we not be excited when we see the red Ferrari, the silver McLaren, the blue Williams, the black bus and the blue and yellow Renault parked neatly on the track in Albert Park? We can't help but get excited-when the five lights in Albert Park were turned on and off in turn last year, my tears covered my face and I was so excited that I got goose bumps all over. This is the charm of F 1

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears. How can you not be excited when the familiar national anthem is remembered, when Schumacher stands on the highest podium and jumps again, or when other drivers we like get on the podium and spray champagne? How can you not burst into tears?

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears. When the black-and-white inspection flag flies again, when the champagne rain is sprayed again, when the maintenance room starts to run busily, when countless radio waves float over Albert ... how can we not be shocked and moved by this force?

There is always a force that makes us burst into tears. When the music of Brothers in the Sun, Bring Me to Your Heart and That's Why You Left starts, when Michael, Ralph, Barrichello, Senna ... and the drivers and cars are in front of you, why don't you cry? I think of them countless times in my midnight dream. I miss them countless times. Three days later, they will appear in front of us again. I want to ask you, as a fan of F 1, how can you not cry? How can you not cry?

20 degrees is not boiled water, and 99 degrees is not boiled water. Without a sense of strength, water will never reach 100 degrees. And this gap of 1 degree is not only a temperature difference, but a huge conceptual difference. -I'm glad to find that I have such strength and ideas about F 1. This kind of power supports us through all the ups and downs. Even if there are not many fans, even if we are still struggling in China F 1, we can still stick to our beliefs and stick to F 1. With this strength and idea, I can burst into tears; Similarly, I can have the whole F 1.

There is a kind of love called unforgettable; There is a kind of concern called meticulous; There is a friendship called frankness; There is a fate called shadow; There is a life called greatness in the ordinary; There is a power called tears!

Nothing can easily move people, except what you love deeply; No force can easily make people cry, except what we love; Nothing can make us despair, except what we cherish and care about most; Nothing can make us cry easily, except the soft but deep love in our hearts!

There is a power that can make all fans burst into tears. This motivation is F1-I like its roaring engine, its helmet that can't be crushed by tanks, its speed and everything. Needless to say, all kinds of reasons will become one word: F 1. For us, F 1 can make us cry, and this is its power!