Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. "It is said that the spring breeze moistens things silently, which is a kind of love." The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. "It tells the story of a mother who silently cares for her son. There is also a kind of love, which is a silent reminder.

One early summer afternoon, the warm sunshine crawled lazily into the window. A touch of fragrance is accompanied by a touch of coffee. It seems that this early summer is continuing the dream of spring and gestating the maturity of summer. In the classroom, Mr. Chen, the history teacher, is trying to tell us about history and lead us to swim in the long river of history. The atmosphere in the classroom is very active, and the students laugh from time to time. At the beginning, I was also very interested and devoted to class. After listening for a while, I felt a little bored, but suddenly I got bored, and my head turned around looking for something interesting that could attract my attention. After several rounds, I didn't find anything interesting, but I was a little depressed. So I patted Wu Junhong on the shoulder in front and talked with him. When I said Xing Chu, my voice couldn't help but be a little louder, and my movement was a little exaggerated. There were people watching. Just when I was a little carried away, I suddenly found someone looking at me. I looked up. It was Mr. Chen. He smiled at me unconsciously. I know what he means. He is quietly reminding me not to violate classroom discipline. I quickly nodded and raised my hand slightly to apologize. I saw that the smile on his mouth was stronger and I nodded slightly in approval. I closed the box and concentrated on the class again. I find Mr. Chen's class very interesting. When I was listening to the class, I couldn't help feeling a little warm. I'm so against class discipline. In order to protect my dignity, Mr. Chen took this way of reminding me quietly, and I was a little touched.

I remembered a scene on the roadside. A man threw his used paper towels on the ground while waiting in line, and an old woman came over. I still remember what she said. "Sir, you accidentally dropped your things. Please pick them up. Be careful next time. " There is no word like littering in the whole sentence. Not only quietly reminded others, but also left dignity for others.

Just like this. Quietly reminding friends can eliminate embarrassment and deepen friendship; Quietly reminding between teachers and students can close each other's sense of distance; Quietly reminding strangers can melt the coldness and strangeness between people and make the whole society warmer. There is a kind of love called moistening things silently; There is a kind of love called quiet care; A kind of warmth is a kind reminder.