That warm current 1
It was a night mixed with wind and snow. The rain was falling densely, leaving small pools of water on the ground. I stood alone at the station with an umbrella, and there was no one around.
The rain is falling heavily. I'm waiting for a friend to arrive. In the haziness, I could only see the light beams of the cars passing by, and layers of rain and fog covered my eyes. The small shops on the street are flashing with colorful colors, beating and rotating, and only the spots of light are changing.
The rain is falling heavily. A gust of desolate cold wind penetrated my neck, and I seemed to wake up from a dream. After shivering a few times, I was a little disappointed, but I still stood there persistently. There seems to be only a ding-dong sound left in the vast world. The lonely platform is like me, silently enduring loneliness, but with a faint hope, I believe that she will definitely come, and she will definitely trust me to show up on time. Well, of course, waiting for her is also a kind of happiness.
The rain was falling heavily, just as I was imagining in my own world. Suddenly, I saw an innocent and lovely smiling face peeking out of the car window. The dense rain curtain had already hung a few small crystal raindrops on the tips of her black hair. Here she comes! I couldn't help but be a little surprised, a surprise that kept my promise, and she was also a little excited, but a thousand words turned into a smile. I felt that trust, like a warm current, built a bridge of mutual communication in our hearts.
Although we didn’t say a word on the way back, we could both understand each other’s thoughts, and the warm current of trust was flowing... That warm current 2
In people In your life, you will inevitably encounter difficulties of one kind or another. Some difficulties can be solved by oneself, while others can be solved with the help of others. When you are in the most difficult time, you find someone who will extend a pair of warm hands to you. At that time, there will be a warm current in your heart.
I remember one time, I forgot to bring my glasses. The blackboard was very blurry, and the first period happened to be an English class. Teacher Jin was writing on the blackboard, but I couldn't see clearly at all. I had to pull the corners of my eyes with my hands so that I could see clearly. I pulled the corners of my eyes and wrote a word, pulled the corners of my eyes and wrote a word... By the end of class, I had only copied a very small part. Teacher Jin saw that most of the students had almost finished writing, so Teacher Jin took I picked up the blackboard eraser and quickly erased the words on the blackboard. "Oh my God! What can I do? I only wrote a small part. It would be terrible if this was an English assignment assigned by Teacher Jin." At this time, Teacher Jin spoke: "This English assignment is to take the notes from this time." Copy it 5 times. "I was suddenly struck by thunder and almost fainted. At this time, Lu Xitong came to my seat and said to me: "Xiao Houhou, you didn't take your glasses. Did you copy the notes the teacher asked you to copy? That's today's homework!" I shook my head and said: "The copying is not finished." She immediately took out the English book from her school bag. In order to save time, she had to read it while Lu Xi read it while I wrote. After a while, I finished writing. At this time, a warm current surged in my heart.
Although this is a small thing, it deeply warms my heart and makes me unforgettable for the rest of my life! That warm current 3
The rain outside the window was dripping, and it showed no intention of stopping. Sitting in front of the window, I was full of thoughts and frowning.
"Son, the weather forecast says it will rain this afternoon. I put my umbrella on the shoe cabinet at the door. Don't forget to take it with you when you go out. I may have to work overtime today. You can go home by yourself after school. Please be careful on the way. Safety..." My mother's words before leaving in the morning kept echoing in my ears. Why! It's all my fault that I was too careless. I went to school in a hurry and forgot to bring an umbrella. What should I do?
"Dingle bell..." The long bell woke me up from my thoughts. Watching the students open their umbrellas, put on their raincoats, and walk out of the classroom in an orderly manner. I was the only one in the classroom who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Watching the classmates gradually disappear from my sight, I finally mustered up the courage, put on the hat on my clothes, and rushed out of the classroom.
As soon as I arrived at the school gate, I was shocked by the scene in front of me: It was my mother! She was rushing to school anxiously holding an umbrella. Seeing my embarrassed look, she quickly put the umbrella over my head, took out the towel in her bag, wiped my face, and took me home quickly.
When I got home, my mother asked me to change my clothes quickly and poured me a cup of hot water.
Only then did I realize that my mother was only holding an umbrella for me, and half of her clothes were already soaked. At that moment, I felt a sore nose, and a warm current flowed throughout my body... That warm current 4
One Friday, the sun was shining brightly and there was no cloud in the sky, and I was in class at school. get out of class was over, and I was about to go out to "go crazy" again, but as soon as I left the classroom, the sky darkened, the temperature dropped rapidly, and a biting cold wind blew, making me shiver from the cold. I didn’t bring much clothes, so I curled up helplessly on the seat and prayed that the weather would improve soon.
But God was against me. When school was over in the afternoon, it rained heavily! I stood blankly under the eaves of the security booth, complaining: Oh, God really knows how to pick time. , it won’t rain early or late, and it happens to rain on Friday, which is disappointing! Seeing each of my classmates and parents holding umbrellas and walking happily on the way home, I felt envious and jealous, and my nose was sour.
The sky is getting darker and darker, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the time is getting later and later. Very few people in the school had left, but there was still no parent to pick me up. Looking at the sky with heavy rain and the empty paths, I almost despaired.
I shook my schoolbag, gritted my teeth, and prepared to go home in the rain as if I was ready to die. Just when I was about to sprint, a friendly and familiar voice suddenly came from my ears: "Wang Xingyu! Go home!" I looked closely and saw the gray-haired grandpa holding an umbrella and his clothes were wet. Most of it. He came to me quickly, put a coat on me, said, "Walk faster, it's raining so hard, don't catch a cold," and then grabbed my hand and walked back.
On the way home, grandpa asked for a while: "How are you? You're not cold, are you? Is it still cold now... As he spoke, he kept coughing. I couldn't help but ask grandpa: " Grandpa, are you okay? Don't get cold!
Grandpa smiled and shook his head: "My body is still strong!" You'd better take care of yourself! "Grandpa coughed twice as he spoke... I just felt a ray of sunshine shining directly into my heart, and a warm current surged throughout my body... That warm current 5
is always around us. There are many people and things that moved us, and every move is deeply imprinted in my mind and warms our hearts.
It was last winter, and there were very cold days. When the temperature dropped below ten degrees Celsius, I didn’t want to go anywhere. I just wanted to stay at home and watch TV. That night, I was watching a news report and suddenly I saw a touching scene - city volunteers looking for homeless people in the cold wind. .
On the TV screen, a homeless old man in rags was huddled in the corner of the steps of a store, and several volunteer uncles and aunts in red vests were bringing him food. Milk, he knelt down and said kindly to the homeless old man: "Uncle, it's cold, please drink a glass of milk to warm yourself up. The old man happily took the milk and said repeatedly: "Thank you..." While the old man drank the milk, the volunteer aunt continued: "Uncle, the cold wave is coming and the temperature is going to drop. Why don't we send you to the rescue station?" ! "The old man shook his head and rolled up the tattered quilt tighter. Several volunteer uncles and aunts also tried to persuade him, but the old man refused to leave. At this time, a volunteer uncle brought a brand new quilt and said to the old man Said: "Uncle, since you won't go to the rescue station, just cover yourself with this quilt!" "The old man took the quilt, with tears in his eyes, and he thanked him again and again. Seeing this, my heart was deeply moved by the actions of the volunteer uncles and aunts. I thought: On such a cold winter night, there are Such enthusiastic uncles and aunts, this world is so warm!
Although it has been a long time, the touching feeling remains deeply in my memory. It allows me to see people and people.
On that cold winter night, the warmth warmed the hearts of the homeless people. 6
The teacher was like a candle, lit. Illuminate myself and others; the teacher is like a skilled gardener who carefully cultivates every flower; the teacher is like a warm current, warming each of our students.
My calligraphy teacher, Ms. Duan, is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. Once the smile appears on her round face, her golden eyes suddenly turn into squinting eyes, and then Smile a little "Hi" and you will become a female Maitreya Buddha, so cute!
Teacher Duan has strict requirements on us, but he never loses his humor. I remember one day during the summer vacation this year. The air in the classroom was extremely hot and stuffy. Everyone was listless. Even the hand holding the brush was trembling and "complaining". Who can write well? After Teacher Duan found out, he also became anxious and said in a strange tone: "Hey! Why did the little boy turn into soybean curd, and why did the little girl turn into soft noodles?" We knew that Teacher Duan's chatter was about to start, so we hurriedly started talking. I started writing seriously.
After a while, everyone almost finished writing, but I only felt my head was dizzy and swollen, and I fell to the ground with a thump. Teacher Duan quickly carried me into the office without saying a word. He put two chairs together and carefully put me on them. Maybe it was because of the air conditioner that I "wake up" quickly. Suddenly a confused figure appeared in front of him. "Mom," I yelled. Open your eyes and see, oh! It turns out to be Teacher Duan! I found Teacher Duan pouring a bottle of medicine into a cup. I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart, flowing throughout my body.
The teacher brought a cup and said to me gently: "Jiajia, if you feel uncomfortable, you should tell me! You have heat stroke, drink this medicine, and I will send you home." Listen. After hearing the teacher's words, my heart was like water that opened a floodgate, and the strong teacher-student love flowed out!
Teacher Duan, I love you! You will always be my mentor and helpful friend on my growth path! That warm current 7
Winter has passed, and the warm spring has long driven away the coldness in people's hearts. Recalling a past event in winter, there is another warm current in my heart.
It was one day during the winter vacation. After having lunch at someone else’s house, I took the bus home. As soon as I got home, my mother asked me to do my homework. Because I had to go out to eat in the afternoon, I was afraid I wouldn't have time to do my homework. I had only been writing for a few minutes when it began to rain like soybeans outside. A cold wind blew by, blowing up the leaves. The leaves flew into the air like butterflies, and I became colder and colder.
Finally, I couldn’t bear the cold anymore and shouted to my mother: It’s too cold! I can't do my homework at all! Mom thought for a moment and said: I'll make you a cup of hot milk, and it won't be cold after you drink it. I thought it was OK, so I happily jumped back to the room, rubbed my hands, and continued to do my homework. At the same time, I was listening to my mother's every move. I first heard the sound of my mother lighting the gas, and then I heard the sound of my mother getting milk, and then I lost hearing it.
I wrote my homework quietly, and the cold wind blew at me, but I held it back. I thought to myself: If I endure it for a moment, I’ll have milk to drink! After a while, the water boiled, and I heard the sound of my mother pouring water again. After a while, my mother came in and said: The milk will be ready soon, just wait a moment. I'm so happy, I don't have to suffer the cold wind anymore! Mom walked out, and the scent of milk soon filled the air. I sat on the chair and waited quietly, imagining the feeling of warm milk flowing smoothly into my throat.
Suddenly, when I was immersed in fantasy, a scream pierced my brain: Ah, I jumped up in fright, and my little heart was a little overwhelmed. I ran to the kitchen and saw my mother holding steaming milk in one hand, but there was an obvious red mark on the other hand.
Mom! What’s wrong with you?
As soon as my mother saw me, she handed me the milk and hid her injured hand behind her body: It’s okay, drink the milk quickly!
Why is your hand hurt? I asked cautiously.
Oh, I bumped into the table, it’s okay! My mother's face was as white as snow and she was very anxious. I clearly saw that it was not a result of a bump, but a burn. I looked at my mother. There was sweat on her face and her lips were trembling. I felt like something hit me hard in the heart. In order not to disturb my mother, I just said okay and walked to the room silently. Soon, the sound of drawers turning was heard behind me. I knew that my mother must be looking for the burn medicine in the drawer, and a warmth surged through my heart
Now, my mother’s injury has long been healed, but that piece of clothing But the incident still remains in my heart. I still remember the wound and the warmth that has been flowing in my heart.
Mom, I am forever grateful to you, forever, forever! That warm current 8
It was a sunny morning. The physical education teacher took us to the school playground for the final test of the 400-meter long-distance running. My good friend Huangdan and I were assigned to a group.
The teacher shouted: Run! The four students in our group all rushed forward. I was full of energy for the first 200 meters, but then I ran slower and slower. The wind blew against me, and I felt that my face was frozen, my lungs hurt from the cold, and my legs were numb. It seemed that I had been running for a whole hour and finally reached the finish line.
I almost fell into the finish line because I almost fainted from exhaustion at that time. I walked a few steps and squatted for a while. My health did not improve, but I felt like vomiting. At this time, Huang Dan also came and said that I had passed, but I was too uncomfortable to be happy.
After a while, Huangdan’s physical strength recovered, but I became more and more nauseated and could no longer squat. Huangdan said anxiously: Are you feeling uncomfortable, Sisi? See if it feels better if you move? So she picked me up and spun me around five times, but I didn't get better.
Yellow Egg helped me to the leave area and asked me to lie down. I felt my stomach was shrinking, but I couldn't vomit it out. The situation seemed to be getting worse. Huang Dan had no choice but to ask me to go back to the classroom. Huang Dan found a candy in the classroom cabinet. She handed it to me and said: You may have low blood sugar, eat it!
I sucked the candy bit by bit, and suddenly I felt a warm current entering my blood. It was the love of the yellow egg, that selfless love.
From now on, when Huang Dan needs help, I will try my best to help her. That warm current 9
There is always a kind of warmth that can touch people's hearts, and there is always a warm current that is enough to make people forget their sorrows.
"I was confused, but when I turned around, I was moved by the market around me. People's various efforts finally gave him an optimistic smile, and the heroic spirit of the stock market turned into a warm current in his heart. His name is Li Bai.
That was beside the iron heel of mountains and rivers. He was slandered and demoted to Chuzhou. In his prime, he was demoted and depressed. He occasionally found beautiful scenery. The beauty of "fishing by the stream, the stream is deep and the fish is fat" put a smile on his face. The free mountains and rivers turned into a warm current and caressed his cheek, retaining the last joy. His name is Ouyang Xiu.
In the boat pushed by the breeze, he mourned the misfortune of the pipa player. On the rainy night at the broken bridge, he listened to the loneliness of the Qingming Festival. However, his fate was full of misfortune and wandering, and his fleeting years were dyed white with disappointment. In his hair, when he was slightly drunk, he asked about the wine in the heavenly palace, and looked helplessly at the world with a smile, mixed with endless longing. That kind of longing stayed between his eyebrows, and he also worked hard to leave a warmth, which became him The sigh of "I don't know what year it is today".
In the end, he was an unfortunate young man. During his childhood, smallpox was prevalent several times and almost killed him. After he recovered from the illness, he was just a frail child. It was his mother who encouraged him to persevere, taught him to read, and brought him warmth. He was moved and became a great scholar.
Marketplaces, scenery, thoughts, relatives... There are thousands of kinds of warmth in the world, but there is always that warmth that will touch us. That warm current 10
It was a weekend, and I got on the bus to the library. The bus was quite crowded at the time. Suddenly, the driver suddenly braked, and everyone on the bus was crowded. to one piece.
I accidentally bumped into an aunt because I couldn’t stand firm. I apologized to the aunt in embarrassment, but what was supposed to come came anyway - the aunt frowned and said something in her mouth. Grinding his teeth: "Do you think just saying sorry is enough? You hit me in so much pain, is it useful to be sorry?" "But, but... there are so many people on the bus, I really didn't mean it." I I muttered softly, my face felt hot, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. I could feel countless pairs of eyes looking at me. "You still dare to talk back, let me tell you..." I couldn't hear the rest of the words very clearly. I just kept thinking, if only my mother were by my side, what should I do? At this time, I was like a embarrassed puppy. Just as the aunt was about to raise her voice again, a steady and firm voice came from the crowd: "Madam, this child didn't do it on purpose. Please forgive her." Feeling like I was being pardoned, I raised my head and saw that it was a watcher. Uncle who looks a little thin.
Before I could thank him, he stood up and urged me to sit down. Sitting on the hot seat, I burst into tears. That warm current 11
In our lives, there will be many people who will bring us many touches.
I once had a deskmate who was a typical female man, but she had a soft heart.
One day, I was sitting bored and my eyes hurt for no reason. I subconsciously reached out and rubbed them. The pain was clearly transmitted to my nerves, and every cell was screaming.
I reached out and tapped my deskmate’s elbow. She came closer and bared her teeth and said, "Datong, are my eyes swollen?" Upon hearing this, the deskmate turned around and said, "Put your hands down, let me take a look." She looked at it for a long time and frowned. He said: "It's indeed swollen, not too much." I blinked, but my eyes felt pain as if they were against me. I squinted my eyes and asked her, "What's going on?" She said very seriously: "I've been in your situation too. It might be a mosquito bite, or it might be blisters. If it's blisters, you have to hurry up. Go to the hospital for anti-inflammation." She stopped talking, and I thought she didn't want to continue. Just as I was about to turn around and go back, she straightened my body. The paper soaked in water was soft and wet. It felt itchy when I rubbed it on my eyes, and it was as comfortable as her hands.
My eyes were cold, but they were better than before.
After the evening self-study, she went to get some ointment at some point and said, "Here, you use it first and see if it works." Before I could agree, she squeezed some ointment. , apply it carefully on my eyes, it is cool, but like a warm current flowing into my heart. It is truly a blessing to have this kind of deskmate.
That piece of wet tissue and that piece of ointment were like a stream of warmth, which warmed my throbbing eyes and my affected heart. That warm current 12
The autumn wind has gone, the autumn night is cool, the phoenix trees should hate the frost at night, the leaves are already singing in the night wind, and it can be seen on the brows and temples. To be moved, there is no need for earth-shattering events; warmth always flows into the heart inadvertently.
On the west side of campus
On the west side of campus, there is always an old man who repairs cars in simple clothes.
After school, as soon as I got on the bike, I was surprised to find that the tire was flat. So, pushing the electric car with flat tires, I walked towards the old man: "Grandpa, help me fill up the air!" The old man saw me, and a kind smile accidentally bloomed on his wrinkled face. "Leave the car here," he said, taking out the pump, unplugging the valve, and started pushing it up and down. After a while, the tires bulged again, as energetic as a soldier after a good meal. "How much?" I reached into my pocket, but it was empty. I couldn't help but panic. The old man seemed to see my embarrassment, and replied with a smile: "No money, just to cheer up." My heart became warmer, and in this mid-autumn, my heart was moved by the warm current of the old man's kindness. .
On the bus
The lingering autumn rain formed one silver thread after another, floating outside the window and floating in my anxious heart. Because I was in a panic when I went out, I got on the bus and when I touched my pocket, I realized I didn't have my bus card with me. Suddenly, my heart was in a state of confusion, my eyes were a little confused and lifeless, and I was sweating profusely. At this time, a student behind me walked up to me and said, "Classmate, do you have no card or change?" I smiled awkwardly and nodded. "Then let me swipe it for you!" He took out his bus card and swiped it twice.
The rain gradually stopped and the sky became clearer. My heart was no longer cold. There was a warm current in my heart, warming my heart.
The autumn wind is bleak, but my heart no longer feels cool. For no other reason than for the warmth of love between people, she makes my heart surge and feel as warm as spring. That warm current 13
When you knew you were about to fall and closed your eyes tightly, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind to support you. At this moment, you will feel flattered, and you will feel a warm current welling up in your heart.
That happened in the Children's Palace.
At the end of the training that day, our teacher organized us to play a game - "Eagle Catches Chicken". I'm the last of the chicks. The game started, and because there were so many people, the chicken queue was very long, and people in the back row could easily fall. As the game progressed to a fever pitch, the students in the back row were basically dragged away.
Suddenly, the students in the front row suddenly changed direction, and the students in the back row were caught off guard. Because I was the last one, my position fluctuated the most and was the most dangerous. As expected, I was dragged away, and my center of gravity was unstable, as if I would fall down in the next second. I resigned myself to my fate. I closed my eyes tightly, relaxed my body, and waited for the pain to come. When I was about to fall to the ground within a tenth of a second, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind and held me firmly. The pain I was waiting for didn't come. I opened my eyes, a little flattered, and my mind went blank. I looked at the teacher, who smiled at me, said nothing, and helped me stand up. Perhaps she was afraid that I would be embarrassed, so she asked everyone to stop the gathering and take a break. A warm current surged in my heart. I don't know whether it was because I almost fell down just now or because I was frightened by the teacher's warmth. Tears welled up in my eyes and rolled in my eyes.
After that, that image always appeared in my mind, and I will never forget that moment of warmth. I even wonder what would have happened if I didn’t have a teacher to help me at that time. Will it scratch the skin? Will I break my knee? Maybe even fractures. Thinking of this, I feel extremely grateful to that teacher. Although it may be just a trivial movement to support me, the warmth brought by this trivial movement will be something I will never forget in my life. That warm current 14
The sky was gray, with large swathes of dark clouds pressing down, and there was no one on the streets as the cold wind howled.
I was sitting at the bus station waiting for the next bus. Although there were many people in the lobby, it was still very cold. I had to stand up from time to time and kept rubbing my hands. Walk around to keep warm while waiting for the shuttle. "Beep-beep-" The bus slowly pulled into the station. People quickly piled into the bus. No one wants to stay in this ice and snow for even one second longer. I, a frail and weak man, was squeezed out as soon as I walked into the crowd. It seemed that I was the last one to get on the bus. A few seconds later, I got on the bus. The bus was already crowded with people, and I could only stand by the pole. The car started and slowly drove towards the next stop. I looked around, and a person caught my eye deeply:. He wore a thin army jacket on his upper body and a pair of thin army trousers on his lower body. He was very thin, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but he did not look depressed at all. In my eyes, soldiers are the image that everyone admires and admires, which makes them my idols. At this time, an old man got on the car and walked slowly inside. The soldier just looked at the old man and did not give up his seat. This made the image of a soldier plummet in my mind, but from his eyes, I seemed to see his deep apology and infinite self-blame. And I couldn't think of a reason to help him out. I just stared at him blankly and kept thinking.
At this time, the soldier got out of the car, and a cold wind blew over. I couldn't help but look towards his seat, and there was a hole in the window there. Finally, I didn't know why, I just felt a warm current pouring into my heart. That warm current 15
In the cold winter months, the biting cold wind blew and squeezed the pedestrians on the road. I wrapped myself in my coat, put my cold hands into my pockets, and blew the cold air from my mouth. His face was blown red by the ruthless winter wind, like a sharp sword piercing his heart. Winter makes people feel chilly.
The streets were deserted. Everyone is hiding at home, unwilling to stay on this cold street for one more second. I walked alone, my body shaking slightly. Occasionally a few people passed by on the street, but they were all in a hurry. Escape, hide.
"Boom--" noises followed an old lady. The old lady with pale face and white hair struggled to push the cart containing fruits, and I couldn't help but feel pity. There happened to be an uphill slope ahead, and she pushed the car uphill with difficulty. Suddenly - by accident, all the fruits in her car fell to the ground! The old lady hurried to pick them up. But there were too many fruits, and her eyes were not good...
At this time, a young man passed by. Seeing this, come over quickly to help. Several passers-by also came to help the old lady pick up fruit. I stood there, looking at them with a little surprise, and then I saw myself... So I quickened my pace and walked towards the old lady, helping to pick up the remaining fruits back to the car. When she had almost picked up the fruit, the old lady patted the corner of her clothes with her weathered hands and thanked her. At this time, a strong man stood up and said, "Old lady, let me help you push the cart." The old lady nodded and couldn't say anything else except thank you. It is easy for a strong man to push a cart.
The old lady thanked her, and everyone laughed and said, "People should help each other, so that society will become more harmonious."
I couldn't help but think of little Yueyue, and the lower-class people in the old society, My emotions were complicated... I walked alone, my body trembling slightly. But I feel that my heart is extremely warm.
Perhaps, this is the warmth in the cold street. Touch my heartstrings gently.