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The wind chimes of the years shook off the yellow leaves, awakened the dead branches, and the ticking bell danced the joy of my growth and success. As long as you find it with your heart, warmth is very close.
A warm stream
It was raining in Mao Mao, and my classmates and I were on our way home. The road is slippery, and pedestrians coming and going in the street merge into a colorful "stream".
A bicycle came and an aunt in a green raincoat rode on it. Behind her sat a little boy, his eyes in the gap of a raincoat with cartoon characters printed on it. The thief wandered around, dragging his mother with his left hand and stuffing apples into his mouth with his right hand from time to time. There is a basket full of fruit in the back seat of the car.
When I reached the crossroads, suddenly, I ran past a big truck from South Road.
"Ga-"The truck stopped.
"Pa-"The bicycle tilted and fell to the ground. The fruit in the basket rolled all over the floor. The little boy and his aunt fell to the ground together and burst into tears.
Aunt hugged the child reflexively, and her right hand struggled on the wet road, struggling painfully upwards. I took a few steps to help her.
The stream stopped flowing at once.
The truck driver helped the fallen mother and son, a middle-aged woman helped the bicycle, and a group of chefs grabbed the scattered fruit with too many red scarves ... I was stupid at that time: Isn't this fishing in troubled waters?
The little boy was held by a big sister and cried, "I want apples, I want apples ..."
A red scarf with a bow tie came quickly, took out a paper towel, wiped the apple in his hand and said in a clear childish voice, "Here you are, little brother!" " "At this time, other red scarves also came around one after another and put the fruit in the basket. I'm relieved.
A gray-haired old man came and walked around the car, touching this and looking at that. The locked brow was loosened: "The car is not broken."
"Look, are you hurt?" "Otherwise, go to the hospital?" ..... you say a word, I say a word.
Aunt looked at the concerned faces gratefully and repeatedly said, "Thank you! I'm fine, thank you! "
The stream began to flow again. I watched the departing figures one by one, and a warm current flowed from my heart and all over my body.
The warmth in life
There is a lot of warmth in life, but I still can't forget the experience of climbing mountains. ...
That time, my father and I went climbing, and my mother didn't go climbing with us because of something.
Halfway up the mountain, I suddenly fell and cut my leg immediately. At this time, it is halfway up the mountain, and there is no one, only people on the mountain and below. What shall we do? We are afraid of the long journey up the mountain. Walking down the hill, I'm afraid I won't see my mother.
Dad gritted his teeth and said to me, "I'll carry you up."
So, my father carried me and climbed up the mountain. After climbing for half an hour, my father's head and neck began to sweat, and my clothes were all sweaty and wet.
I said to my father, "Dad, let me go by myself."
"No, I must carry you to the place where there are people above!" Dad gasped.
Dad climbed the mountain step by step. Climbing up, the slope is steeper and steeper, his steps are heavier and heavier, his steps are slower and slower, and he sweats more and more.
He finally couldn't hold on, put me on the stairs and said, "Have a rest."
I looked at my legs, and the blood was still flowing out, and a small piece of my pants was red.
After a short rest, my father continued to carry me. I suddenly had a premonition. I looked around and said to my father in surprise, "Someone!" " "
My father took me to someone else's house, where my father treated my wound and the bleeding stopped.
I saw my father's face, a red face, a face full of sweat.
My eyes can't help but get wet: behind this face, it represents deep fatherly love.
Waves of breeze blowing, just like my mother's hand, gently smoothed the busy summer. The hot summer days have quietly gone, and cicadas are finally no longer anxious. Autumn has come quietly, and a season of missing has followed. In this warm season, it evokes all the warmth in my heart.
Warm
Some people say that warmth is a flame that can melt the frozen heart; Warmth is a cup of tea, which can drive away the cold taste; Warmth is a flower, which can bring you wonderful enjoyment.
In the long river of my memory, I remember that warmth ... I was somehow rushed into my body by a cold current at school that day. I was particularly cold at that time, and Sun Yu saw me shaking. Sun Yu asked me with concern, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing." But I've been shaking. Sun Yu said, "Just put on my clothes." The words sound just fell and Sun Yu asked Yangyang sitting in the back to pass it to me. Sun Yu asked me to wear it, but I refused to wear it. I was a little embarrassed. Sun Yu said, "I'm angry if you don't wear it." I had to put it on, and my heart was warm.
After class, I took off my clothes and returned them to Sun Yu. Sun Yu made me wear it. I am very touched. Thank you, Sun Yu. You let me know that if everyone contributes a little warmth, the world will become a better place.
Many people in my life give me warmth, and I really enjoy it. Their warmth brought me encouragement, support and help, and comforted my soul. The warmth given to us will always fill my heart for a long time!
The warmest sunshine.
Some people say that staying in the dark for a long time will lose the feeling of brightness; If you stay in the cold for a long time, you won't feel warm. If there is the warmest sunshine to light up your world at this time, collect the warmest sunshine. ...
dark
Whenever night falls, the earth will be dark, but I like this feeling of darkness, as if I was the only one in the world, but I finally experienced the horror of darkness.
When I started in the dark, I liked the endless night, as if an oppressed child had left home and could roam freely in his own world. But after staying in the dark for a long time, I began to be afraid and worried. I don't know when I can get out of this endless darkness. As people say, if you stay in the dark for a long time, you will lose the feeling of brightness. I finally went home, and I felt that my eyes were shining, only to know that my home will always be the ultimate destination.
Family may be born, but family is always the eternal sunshine, which will illuminate me in the dark when we need it.
cold
Sometimes, cold is not my choice, but cold is everywhere, testing your will from time to time.
Even if you live in a sunny world, the failure of exams, the betrayal of friends, or anything that goes wrong will make me feel cold and catch me off guard. Over time, if you stay in the cold for a long time, you will not feel the taste of warmth. But at this time, there are always like-minded friends around to encourage me, enlighten me and dispel this chill for me. Only then do we know that the power of friendship is great, and it is the sunshine that makes people warm.
Friendship may have been betrayed or cheated, but after the storm, friendship will always appear when I need it and warm me in the cold.
sunlight
When the world is dark and cold, sunshine always comes.
The sun is coming, and if it is collected in a bottle, the bottle will be warm; If you keep it in your heart, there will be love in your heart. When the warmest sunshine comes, seize the opportunity to keep it in your heart and nourish the land of love.
When a person who stays in the dark for a long time feels the light, he has love; A person stays in the cold for a long time, feels warmth, and has love. If you don't have these, you might as well ask yourself, do you collect sunlight?
warmth
It was very cold that winter, but my heart was warm.
That winter, the cold covered the whole city with snow. With a faint smile, I hid sunshine avenue who went home. The cold has frozen our hopes, and the car has been hovering at zero almost all the time, pointing to the speed indicator. I took a tired look at the front, either the vast snowfield or the painful colorful complexity in the car. The road is completely blocked, so I can't see the hope of going home clearly, let alone measure how slim it is. I can only ask my mother again and again, "How long will it take to get home?" "I don't know." Mother's answer was equally disappointing. With disappointment, full of hunger and cold. There is not much oil in the car, the heating is not turned on, and people are afraid to get off, because the cold outside the car is dripping into ice, and dad can't sleep, because the car keeps moving like a snail. I fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard a lively shout, sat up and saw a lot of people suddenly on the road. They look very simple, as if they were villagers on the roadside, with simple and honest smiles and cheeks flushed with cold. I noticed carefully that they all had one thing in their hands-a shovel! My heart suddenly churned with exciting waves, and I knew what they were going to do! Sure enough, they began to shovel snow and shovel away our despair. The weather doesn't care for these kind people at all. It's still cold, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger, blowing like feathers in a torn down jacket. But they didn't leave. Their hands are red, rough and cold, but they still hold some rusty shovels firmly. On their ugly cheeks, there is a rare perseverance of ordinary people. My heart is sensing their coldness, and I don't know what is tightly kneaded into a ball. Ice and snow mercilessly cut a series of "scars" on their faces with a knife. I know they will feel cold and pain. A shovel of snow shoveled away our despair, shoveled away the indifference in people's hearts and the desolation of the world; Repeated efforts have accumulated the hope of going home, the enthusiasm of the world and the warmth brought by strangers. In the crowd, there are not only young people, but even old people. The scars of the years have not become the basis for them to escape, but they have spent those indifference with a smile. Through the snow-white hair and flying snowflakes, I see a flaming heart. My heart suddenly burst open, and what I asked for slowly flowed out of it-warmth and deep feelings.
On that day, I saw the love of those simple strangers. I suddenly felt ashamed. Those pure and clean faces look better than anyone I have ever seen. I know that warmth is a derivative of love, and it is the most precious and desirable thing for us to live in the world. No matter how much money a person has, it is better to have more love and warmth. This is the greatest significance of living in the world.
It was cold that winter, but my heart was warm. It's in love, always has been, until now.
Warm winter and warm spring
Whenever I walk on the way to the school cafeteria, I can't help thinking of that morning last winter. After breakfast, I grabbed the meal ticket I just bought from the canteen, lowered my head and hurried to the classroom against the cold wind.
Suddenly, my foot kicked on a raised stone and I tripped. My meal ticket was scattered all over the floor.
"Huhuyi" wind is like showing off its strength. It blows meal tickets everywhere. One is in the east and the other is in the west. The meal ticket that was blown far away was crying dumb.
I quickly got up, regardless of the pain in my knees and palms, and staggered after the meal ticket that had gone away.
"Grab a meal ticket!" I don't know who it is. As soon as the voice fell, a group of people seemed to emerge from the ground and quickly gathered around the meal ticket. "Don't rob me ..." "Friend, here ... take it quickly ..." Before I finished shouting, a tall classmate had sent two meal tickets to my swollen palm, and then he gave me a quick look and soon disappeared.
A young man my age strode up to me, wiped the dust off the meal ticket and said kindly, "Hi. this is yours ...
A little girl passing by here after school, with a schoolbag in one hand and a "robbed" meal ticket in the other, said, "Brother, are you all right? Mom said to be careful when walking. ...
The meal tickets came back to me one by one. I counted them and held them like a baby. I was about to leave, and I don't know when that tall classmate was already squatting in front of me. He, holding out a pair of big red hands, gently rolled up my pants and wiped the blood from my knees with paper-ouch! I didn't even know my feet were bleeding. Then he carefully put the medicine on it, and then he stood up with relief and looked at me kindly. The nurse asked delicately, "Is the meal ticket enough?" ! Your pants are dirty. Wash them! Is there anything wrong with your hand? Do you need some medicine? "
"No, it's okay, Duo ..." Without saying a word, he disappeared again.
Suddenly, everything in front of me was blurred. Once again, I clenched the meal ticket in my hand and spoke loudly to the hurried back: "Thank you, thank you!" " But, they didn't look back, I know, they don't need it.
Suddenly I feel warm in my chest and spread in my heart like spring.
The cold wind is still blowing fiercely, and a warm spring breeze is blowing from my heart.
The warmth hidden in life
In our life, there are many touching warmth hidden. As long as you are a conscientious person, you will find them!
In the dead of winter, when I come home from school every afternoon, I can drink the boiled water poured by my mother. Although there is no seasoning in this water, it tastes refreshing and warm. This is the taste of maternal love, it is sweet, it is the warmth of maternal love, warm to the whole body! Ah, the warmth is hidden in the boiling water poured by mother!
Every winter, grandma will sew me a comfortable and warm cotton-padded jacket. Grandma carefully selected every piece of cotton, picked out the biggest and whitest cotton and continued it into my cotton-padded jacket. Grandma has to choose every piece of cloth carefully, for fear of not keeping warm and freezing me. Every stitch and thread is so meticulous and dense. The cotton-padded jacket is ready, but grandma's hands are covered with band-AIDS. This cotton-padded jacket suits me very well and makes me feel warm! Ah, the warmth is hidden in the cotton-padded jacket made by grandma!
The teacher teaches us new knowledge with her sweetest voice every day; When we are sick, the teacher will ask us questions in her caring voice; When we make mistakes, the teacher will criticize us sharply, but we know that the teacher is doing us good! Ah, there is warmth in the teacher's words!
In life, there is warmth everywhere. As long as you pay attention to life, you will eventually feel warm!
Another kind of warmth
Love can melt the ice peak in your heart; Trust can penetrate the inner coldness ... but there is another kind of warmth in this world, which is not expressed by deliberate words or deliberate actions, but silently interpreted by a silent white lie. ...
Just a few days ago, I witnessed this kind of "lie" with my own eyes. I understand that there is still love in the world that can be expressed in this way.
On the crowded bus, a middle-aged woman helped an old man. The old man was very old and had silver hair, and the sunlight reflected by the window shone brightly.
It is strange that there are old people on the bus, why no one will give up his seat.
Finally, the good man surfaced.
An aunt stood up and said, "Uncle, your leg is inconvenient, and I'm almost at the station. Please sit down quickly. "
"I'm sorry, my dad ..." The woman wanted to say something, but she didn't say it, because she saw the sweat oozing from the old man's head, and from this angle, I could just see the old man gently pulling her skirt at the back, signaling her not to go on.
The old man said softly in a hoarse voice, "All right!" He nodded silently and wiped his head.
The old man seems unwilling to sit in his seat until he gets off the bus. The old man always shows a painful expression.
I got off with them at the "90" hospital, and I clearly heard the woman say to the old man, "Dad, you just had an operation on your back, so you can't sit down. Why didn't you tell her? "
At this time, the old man's vicissitudes and hoarse voice came into my ears: "If I say directly how embarrassed that girl is, I can only make her unable to get off the stage."
I was dumbfounded, and my heart could not be calm for a long time.
This moment I really understand, another kind of warmth.
Warm, people's mutual help is warm; This kind of warmth that can't be expressed in words silently pays for others. In fact, herringbone knots support and help each other.
It turns out that accepting the love of others is also a kind of warmth!
warmth
In front of me are some home-cooked dishes, plus a bowl of rice. Very ordinary, even plain.
The heat emitted by rice and vegetables are mixed together to form a light mist, like a thin layer of fog, which is beautiful, just like the vast waves in drizzle. I am surrounded by this fog of love, just like a breeze on my face. I rubbed my blurred eyes, and through the misty fields, I saw my mother's caressing eyes and my father's broad and old face. ...
I felt my whole body tremble slightly, and an inexplicable force started from my heart and attacked my whole body.
I don't care so much. Take a bite of rice, with a faint fragrance and a simple taste. Chewing, chewing, the fragrance seems to float away, leaving only a waxy taste, very soft. I have an inexplicable feeling, jumping between my teeth.
I keep eating and tasting. At this time, my mother kept picking up dishes for me; At this moment, my father was secretly looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Under the lamp, a family of three, snuggling up, eating boring rice", is this the picture now? I think it's a little funny, and ... I have a feeling of being far away, too heavy to say.
I'm a little touched. They, who have been with me for more than ten years, have carved years on my forehead while my wings are growing.
The mood at this time is difficult to express in words. I just finished eating slowly and moved away from my unwilling steps.
When I got to the study, my father had turned on the heating for me, and I felt all the cells in my body shaking, splashing an inexplicable impulse and strong feeling.
I heard my father's footsteps, and a warm current poured out of my heart.
warmth
On New Year's Day, although the sun is shining, the temperature is still very cold. My father took me to the wholesale market by Xiaoyue River and bought a belt. The water in Xiaoyue River has frozen, and all the leaves on both sides of the bank have fallen off, leaving only branches standing there alone. Pedestrians in the street put their hands deep into their sleeves, and some even put on all kinds of hats.
By the river, an old man shivered in the cold wind. He was wearing a semi-old cotton-padded coat, his silver hair was blown in a mess by the wind, and wrinkles climbed up the old man's forehead. On the ground in front of him, there are many beautiful and shiny belts, which are very beautiful, but almost no one cares in this cold winter.
The cold wind roared and I couldn't help shivering. Seeing the lonely old man in the cold wind, I quickly suggested to my father in a low voice: "Let's buy it from this old man!" " Say that finish, just pull dad walked past.
Dad and the old man started talking when the old man punched holes in the belt. It turns out that the old man's two children are both in senior three. In order to raise tuition fees for their children, he works alone in Beijing. Because it costs hundreds of dollars to go home by train, it will delay making money when you get home. The old man has not gone home for seven or eight years. Every time the old man talks about his children who are going to college, his eyes are shining with pride.
After taking the belt from the old man, my father and I went home. On the way, I thought of the old man again. Everyone has love in his heart, and the greatest love in the world is the love of parents for their children. This old man makes me feel a kind of warmth. ...