Kindness is a baton, conveying warmth and warmth; Love is a torch, flowing with Yingying stream to irrigate the heart; In the micro-world, laughter is a kind of beauty, which lights the red candle with enthusiasm and care, and suddenly freezes in each other's hearts, becoming a kind of treasure ... < P > Today, it is the same rainy day, and it is raining mournfully, which reminds me of the same rainy evening many years ago. My mother was working early in the morning and in the dark, and I was young and needed my parents to pick me up. The bell rang after school, and the students in the classroom were picked up one after another, leaving me alone in the end. Willful and at a loss, I chose to go home in the rain! So, luck and sadness are destined to meet me together.
only when you leave the school can you go back on your word. The rain is fierce, tears are mixed with rain, and I feel helpless and desperate. "Mom ... mom ... mom!" I sobbed and shouted, but I was blocked by the rain again without shouting a word. I just ran and ran, and I don't know when someone patted me on the shoulder. "Mom ..." I burst into tears. "What kind of child are you? It's pathetic to be drenched like this!" There was a strange woman's voice, and she stood stupefied in the wind and rain, holding a little boy beside her-obviously her son. She quickly covered the flower umbrella with me, and inquired with some pity: "Why, can't you find your mother?" Come, don't be afraid, we will look for it with you. " With that, the strange aunt picked up her backpack, with her son in one hand and me in the other. The rain is still falling, and the splashing water is on our cheeks. However, my heart is warm as spring, yes, it is that kind aunt who weaves a good mood for me with love and enthusiasm!
When we reached the door of a supermarket, we stood in the rain shelter and stared at the blue sky. After a while, the sound of the car flute interrupted my thoughts. Now, the "real mother" came, and I couldn't help crying with joy. My mother hugged me and I told her everything. "Silly child, you are so lucky. You have met a kind-hearted person, and you should behave like this in the future!" I wiped my face and smiled, as if the raindrops were jumping for me.
I was about to leave when I looked back at the market with infinite nostalgia. I happened to meet that strange aunt's sweet smile, which is really the most beautiful smile in the world, I think. I reminisced and sighed with emotion over and over again, as if it was a treasure in my heart.
Yes, kindness, love and smile are all messengers of beauty, because it makes many people face the sea and spring blossoms!