Warm Current Excellent Composition 1 "Lala, Lala, I'm an expert in selling newspapers …" I skipped home, singing nursery rhymes learned in kindergarten classes.
The yellowish sunshine scattered on the path makes the pedestrians on the road look like blond foreigners, like fairies falling from the sky, dazzling. It just rained lightly, so there are many potholes on the road. If you accidentally step on it, your clothes will be covered with mud and you will get a scolding when you go home. Therefore, people are walking around in the mud pit with their trouser legs carefully.
At this time, it is the rush hour after school, and there are more and more pedestrians and vehicles coming and going on the road. Gradually, people's footsteps become faster and the streets become more and more crowded. "Pa-"came a loud noise, and pedestrians in the street stopped and looked towards the place where the noise came from. Like them, I stopped and followed a group of people.
I followed the crowd to that place. I have to squeeze in because of my height. Then, what catches your eye is this scene: a tricycle fell to the ground with an old man under it, and the old man groaned in pain.
A middle-aged man saw this scene and quickly asked someone to lift the car and drag the old man out. Later, he asked the old man, "Uncle, do you need to be sent to the hospital?" "No, no, thank you, young man. I'm fine. " Grandpa quickly refused. "But you are bleeding! How can you not go to the hospital! " The middle-aged man said worriedly, "Don't you have any money? I can lend it to you first! " "ah! Thanks, I really don't need it. Besides, if you lend me this money, I can't afford it! " "It doesn't matter! This is a big event, and I will be able to return it one day! " Say that finish, the middle-aged man took out a hundred dollars from his trouser pocket and stuffed it into the old man's hand. When grandpa saw this, his eyes were full of tears and he kept saying thank you.
Subsequently, a primary school student dug out a crumpled ten yuan from his schoolbag and handed it to the old man. When they saw this, they followed suit. ...
Looking at grandpa's misty eyes, a warm current welled up in my heart. ...
Warm current excellent composition 2 "This home, I will never come back!" He grabbed his schoolbag and rushed out of the house without looking back.
This is the fifth time that he has quarreled with his parents. It's just that this time it's more intense and even a big fight, but it's not surprising for adolescent children.
He ran across the street quickly and came to a park-the place where he spent the happiest time with his parents.
Snow, it's still falling.
A snowflake fell on his nose and soon turned into water. He felt that his nose was sour and had an unspeakable taste. He sat on a bench in the park, with his head down, reminding himself not to think about those things, but he couldn't. Gradually, he became fascinated, and snowflakes fell on his head, and he was unaware of it.
Suddenly, a crisp laugh caught his attention. He looked inside and found a five-or six-year-old child making a snowman on the ground not far away with his parents. The child giggled beside his father, who caressed the child's head with love in his eyes.
He froze, as if fascinated by something, and looked at the happy family for a long time until they came home.
He began to feel homesick.
He stood up, patted the snow on his body, just took two steps and stopped again. No way! You can't just go back. How can you take back what he just said? He doesn't want to give up, he wants to sit still, it's too cold; I wanted a cup of hot milk, but I ran in a hurry and didn't bring anything. ...
He decided to go back and see.
Walking through the familiar streets and lanes, we are getting closer and closer to that warm home. As his body gets warmer and warmer, he runs faster and faster and keeps running. He knew that he no longer hated them.
After the last alley, turn left, turn right, turn right again ... He finally came to the door, only to find his mother standing at the door waiting for him! Mother's head is covered with snow, wearing only a thin long skirt and a sweater, which is so small in this white world.
"Why did you ..." In the middle of the speech, his throat suddenly seemed to be choked by something, and there was no more.
"I know you will come back." Mother said kindly.
It was like being pushed by something, and I rushed over and hugged my mother. Then, a glittering and translucent thing fell to the ground. He helped his mother into the house, called for hot water and washed her feet. In the dim light, he seemed to see some conspicuous silver wires in his mother's hair. ...
Although it is early winter, the weather is very cold, but in that small room, it is extremely warm, and there is a warm current flowing in his heart. He knows it's called maternal love.
In my sleep, I came to a vast desert when I was 9 years old. Under the scorching sun, the sweat overhead fell on the sand like a "downpour" and instantly turned into hot air. At this point, my lips cracked a series of cuts, and there seemed to be a fire on my body, and there were stinging pains from my heart. I thought in despair, "It's over, it's over, I'm going to die in this desert, and I'll never see my parents again ..."
I wiped the sweat from my face and shouted, "Mom, I want to drink water, I want to drink water." With all my last strength, I shouted "water" and fell in the desert. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and a hurried voice came from my ear: "Why is this child so hot?" Is it a fever? "In a daze, I saw my mother quickly take out the thermometer from the drawer, shook it hard, and carefully put it under her arm. In an instant, a little coolness came from my hot body. After a while, I heard my mother shout, "Ah, the temperature is so high. Take some antipyretics, get dressed and go to the hospital! " "My mother gently lifted me up. I struggled to open my mouth a crack and slowly drank something I didn't know was water or medicine. I am glad to myself: Great, I am still alive, and my parents have come to save me.
I closed my eyes and leaned back on the pillow. My head is still a little groggy, and I have no strength at all. At this time, a large white grassland appeared in front of my eyes. A cold wind blew, like a sharp knife inserted into the bone marrow. I couldn't help hugging myself, wrapping myself in clothes, and my teeth chattered with cold. My feet are like ice floes in the Arctic, and I gradually lose consciousness. I curled up and trembled all over.
A familiar voice said, "wake up, son, what's wrong with you?" Say something! "I'm so cold!" I don't know if my father or mother helped me put on my cotton-padded clothes and shoes. I sat up with all my strength and crawled out of bed trembling. My feet were as light as a mass of cotton, and I couldn't stand still. My mother tried her best to carry me to the living room, and my father, who was already dressed, squatted down and carried me to the hospital.
It's a long way to the hospital. Dad is panting, his back is getting more and more bent, and the pace of walking is much slower than before. I feel that the sweat on his neck has soaked the collar of the black cotton-padded coat, and a warm current echoes in my heart. People who love me are always by my side, and they are silently paying for me. ......
At this time, I believe that love will definitely overcome the disease.
The math paper was handed out, and I could hardly believe my eyes. 76 points, yes, it's really 76 points. I almost fainted in class. This 76-point red mark is like 10,000 arrows pointing directly at my heart, which makes my heart ache. I looked at my deskmate and he looked at me with incredible eyes. Before this exam, I was full of confidence, but suddenly I fell to the bottom. I used to be the second, but now I'm twenty-four, which makes me unable to sit on the desk and keep sighing. In class, almost an hour.
Walking on the way home, the singing of birds is no longer pleasant, but boring. I am like a pile of boneless meat, as if the wind blows, and I am walking home like a snail. The sunshine in winter also feels cold. My heart is half cold! I seem to see my parents' endless insults and sighs. How much I want to go home, but I can't.
Soon I appeared in front of our house. Looking at the black painted door, I seem to see the ridicule of this door. I plucked up the courage to knock on the door, again and again. I heard footsteps coming towards me, and my head was sweating, trembling and at a loss. When the shutter opened, my mother looked at me closely and said nothing. I thought he was laughing at me. Immediately, I was frightened by another worse idea-the math teacher had called my mother! I think I should turn myself in.
Before I could speak, I heard my mother say, "Son, your math teacher has told me your math score, 76 points." As I expected, the math teacher told my mother. I lowered my head to prepare for the storm, but it didn't come after waiting for a long time.
I looked up and saw my mother's kind eyes. He smiled and said, "son, just because you failed this time doesn't mean you will fail in the future." And don't regret it. There is no regret medicine in the world. Only after hard work and care, I believe you will succeed! " My mother's words are a great comfort to me, like a warm current flowing all over my body, like a spring breeze caressing the once snow-covered wheat seedlings.
I see, isn't what my mother means to educate me to be a person who is not afraid of failure, keeps advancing and struggles bravely?
This exam is a big mistake in my junior high school and a turning point in my junior high school study. My mother helped me out of the shadows with her love. With it, I overcame the difficulties in learning and had the courage to stand up after falling!
Cars are speeding on the asphalt road, the continuous peaks are like grandma's kind face, and the whistling wind is like grandma's repeated exhortation in a twinkling, dear grandma, I'm coming! The sky is still blue on March 8.
Under the scorching sun, houses have sprung up. We walked into a big main room with doors and windows. Before we opened the door, grandma saw us through the window and came out trembling to meet us.
Grandma's wrinkles are full of smiling faces, her back is bent and her steps are slow. I hurried to help her. Her trembling arms took my hand and led me to the table. The noodles in the bowl are still steaming and stand out. Grandson is here, and grandma will pour you a glass of water. Looking at grandma's back, I couldn't help shivering, and quickly advised her not to worry. Grandma turned and sat in a chair, revealing a trace of disappointment, combing her silver hair and saying to herself: When you grow up, don't worry about it!
I grew up, but my grandmother got old. The spirits and brisk pace of the past seem to have quietly left. The family is still the same. Think of grandma's hard cleaning, no one's heart is bitter.
What a big home. It is not easy to clean up. The dust on the floor teased us like gophers; Dim furniture blocks us like a mountain; Clumsy things confuse us like stars. How about a sick grandmother who can still struggle with geometry! When I think of all the hard-won things, I suddenly add infinite strength, a room, a table and a chair, a little sweat and gratitude! Grandma fell asleep quietly. So comfortable, so smooth.
The bright sunshine lit up the whole house, warm and soft. My heart is full of life. This water is swift and flowing, such as a stream, such as a spring, such as a river, such as Saiyang. The symphony that hits life irrigates the countryside of the family.
Affection is dribs and drabs, deep and silent, but its warm current is choppy and warm as spring. Grandma's dream is still quiet, and the surging waves are still magnificent. Gradually, the water climbed onto the bed, smoothed the wrinkles on grandma's face, dyed her dazzling hair white, and straightened her body bent by the heavy burden.
A warm current is warm from the heart, like the dawn of winter. A warm current from the heart is happy, just like a shower after a long drought. A warm current from the heart is extremely powerful and completely unstoppable. Me, there is a warm current in my heart.
I don't know where I found an aunt selling tofu flowers at the school gate. She often pushes a tricycle to set up a stall near the entrance of the community. The aunt is very young, should be less than 30 years old, thin and tall, with a delicate face, her hair always tied in a bun without any mess, her clothes are always simple and tidy, and she always has a smile on her face. In the coldest winter, I was attracted by the rich smell of tofu pudding on my way to cram school several times.
Once, I had only two yuan in my pocket, and I was so hungry that I lingered in front of the booth for a long time. The aunt who sells tofu pudding probably saw my cat-like appetite and asked me with a smile, "Are you hungry, little friend?"? Do you want to eat a bowl of tofu? " I am embarrassed to say, "Aunt, but I don't have enough money with me today." Aunt touched my head and said kindly, "It doesn't matter, just treat me!" "
With that, she quickly and skillfully picked up a porcelain bowl, put two spoonfuls of tender and trembling tofu flowers in the bowl with a long-handled spoon, and then sprinkled a circle of fresh green coriander, a circle of crispy mustard tuber, and some shrimp in the middle ... The colorful bowls are so beautiful that it really makes my mouth water! I hold tofu flower, breathe the fragrance of tofu, and feel the steaming tender tofu slowly melting in my mouth. Suddenly, the smell of tofu overflowed my mouth, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed it carefully-delicious food on earth!
I wiped my mouth contentedly, thanked my aunt and went to cram school. Who knows that when I arrived at the cram school, I found that I accidentally left my schoolbag next to the stall, so I quickly ran to the stall. At that time, it was getting late. I thought my aunt had gone back, and I saw her still sitting in front of the booth from a distance. When I came, she got up with joy and handed me her schoolbag. "Look, son, you are too careless. You haven't got your schoolbag. Take it! " Looking at my aunt, my heart suddenly warmed up, and a warm current surged silently in my heart on a cold winter night.
A warm current may be a warm current brought by the sun in snowy winter, or something that makes you feel warm.
I remember riding a bike in the yard with my good friend on a quiet night. Soon a good friend of ours asked, "Why don't we have a bicycle race?" We replied in unison, "well, we can compete with each other." After that, everyone rode on the "track" with confidence. When the "referee" said "start", we started a fierce bicycle race.
Halfway through, I suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. Seeing this, my partner turned to look at me first to see if I really fell down. Seeing my unbearable pain, he immediately got out of the car and ran to help me. When he helped me up, he asked me from time to time, "Are you okay? Did you fall down somewhere? " Then an aunt came up to me, looked at my leg and asked me, "Young man, are you all right?" I thought at that time: "Is this aunt a bad person?" But every move she made later proved that she was a good person. I endured the pain and replied, "I'm fine, aunt." Aunt looked at me in pain, sent me to the door of the unit and carried me upstairs. When I got home, she put me in my hair and didn't even have time to catch my breath. She bandaged my wound. I looked at my watch and found that it was already 10 at night, so I said to my aunt, "Aunt, go home and sleep. I'm fine. It's already 10 in the afternoon. "Aunt looked up and touched my head, thinking that I grinned and continued to deal with the wound. At this moment, I was moved by this aunt's helpful heart. The running water in her eyes has risen to the extreme like a river, and another drop will overflow. After about 30 minutes, my wound healed and it didn't hurt, so I said to my aunt, "Thank you!" " "So menstruation gave me a smile and went away.
Through this incident, I understand that we should have a helpful heart to help those around us who need help. Only in this way will others lend you a helping hand when we need help.
I also feel warm because of this.
Recently, "painting mud" is popular in class. As the "big sister" in the class, how can I not! So I bought some online immediately.
Finally, I'm going to take it to school to show off. However, the good times did not last long. At noon, Teacher Zhu said, "If anyone brings any wiredrawing mud today, please throw it away!" I am helpless, but I am reluctant to part with it. At this time, Yao Ziyue, who was sitting behind me, seemed to see through my mind and quietly said to me, "Don't throw it away, I'll hide it for you." I also think it's better not to throw it away. It is still new. What a pity to throw it away! So I put mud in my schoolbag. ...
When I was in math class, I took out my exercise book and found it couldn't be opened. At this time, I saw the drawing mud stuck in the workbook! I'm looking into my schoolbag, which is full of sticky painting mud! I collapsed in an instant I took all the books out and put them in the hole in the desk, but I was afraid that the teacher would punish me. I said to myself, "I'm sure I can hold on until class is over, I'm sure I can ..."
Finally, when class was over, Yao Ziyue saw my head buried in the belly of the table and was in a hurry. He asked me what I was doing. I told her the truth. She was worried that there was not enough space in my desk, so she emptied her desk and put some of my books in her desk. In this way, I arranged it smoothly, her things were in a mess ... suddenly, my heart felt warm.
It happened that Yao Ziyue and I were on duty that day, and I was afraid that I would come home late. Besides, there was an emergency today, and I was really worried at that time! When I finished my duty, all the other students on duty left, only Yao Ziyue accompanied me. I think I will definitely be criticized by my mother today! Yao Ziyue suddenly thought of a way. She put my book in a garbage bag and put it in a schoolbag to prevent the painting mud in the schoolbag from sticking to the book again ... Suddenly, a warm current seems to flow all over my body-can I not feel happy with such a classmate?
Perhaps, the original generation of warm current is so simple, perhaps it only needs a look, an action and a companion. ...
I still remember it was an early winter morning. It was gray and the rain was as thick as cow hair and fell on my shoulders and hands. I felt a chill.
I hurried into a noodle restaurant, ordered a bowl of beef noodles and began to wait patiently. Without this waiting, I wouldn't have a warm current gushing from my heart.
Because of the cold weather, the business of the noodle restaurant is very good, people come and go, and it is very lively. Everyone is enjoying the warmth in the noodle restaurant. Suddenly, the curtains were opened and a chill came over my face. It was a migrant worker-wearing a helmet and a pair of deep overshoes. The original white coat was covered with dust at this moment. Dozens of silver wires tied his black hair colorful, and wrinkles climbed up his face, full of vicissitudes.
People in the noodle restaurant frowned when they saw him, and many people turned their faces away for fear that he would sit with them. I saw the migrant worker look around and walked to a corner where there was a vacancy. At that table sat a well-dressed lady, wearing a famous brand and heavy makeup, and the gold and silver jewelry on her neck and hands stood out. She had eaten half of the noodles in her bowl, and the migrant workers said to her with smiles on their faces, "Would you please make room for me?" The lady's face was full of disgust. She glanced at him sideways and her mouth tilted slightly. "There are people here." Without saying a word, the migrant workers picked up a bowl of noodles, squatted down beside them and wolfed them down, while the "man" next to the lady arrived late.
The well-dressed lady finished eating noodles and carefully bypassed the migrant workers. At this time, the migrant workers also finished their noodles and prepared to put the bowls on the table. Suddenly, he saw a delicate wallet on the table. He quickly picked up his wallet and strode to the door, shouting, "Sister, your wallet, wallet." At this time, the lady suddenly realized, turned around and said, "Thank you, thank you." Then he bowed his head and left in a hurry.
The noodle restaurant is calm again, but everyone's face is the same. I don't know when my eyes are wet, but there is no chill in my heart, but a warm current.
Warm current excellent composition 10 The wind bent the trees on the roadside, the swaying branches cast the dancers' long shadows on the ground, and the rain penetrated into every green leaf of the trees, tinkling the beautiful notes on the umbrella. The pond on the road reflects the lights on the side of the road, like a fairyland. On this cold rainy night, I walked quickly in the wonderful night with an umbrella. Thinking of the success of this exam, my steps became light, and I began to trot all the way involuntarily, and everything around me soon disappeared.
Suddenly, I saw a big pond in front of me. Running too fast, water splashed everywhere. Then I heard an old voice say slowly, "wait a minute, young man!" " "I can't help but stop. There is no one else around here. This old man should be calling me! But what does he want me to do? I turned my head in doubt and saw an old man. His hair is gray and there are several knife-like horizontal wrinkles on his forehead. It seems that he is not young. He also looked at me with an umbrella and a smile.
I thought to myself: What is this old man going to do? He really ruined my good mood, and my eyes became a little angry. The rain seems to have increased, and the raindrops kept hitting the umbrella, and the sound was dull and dull. The old man was obviously shocked by the change of my expression. He shrank slightly and said sincerely, "young man, you accidentally spilled water on my pants when you were running just now." The road is slippery on rainy days, so be careful. It's easy to fall down when you run so fast! "
It's my turn to be surprised this time. I couldn't help looking at the old man again. His clothes are simple but clean, but his trousers are stained with a lot of mud, and his spirits are bright and his eyes are bright, which seems to be telling the glory of the past. Such an old man, on a cold rainy night, not only didn't blame me for splashing his pants, but cared about the safety of a stranger like me! This is really a loving old man. I was moved by his tolerance and concern for others. Thought of here, a warm current in my heart arises spontaneously, and the coldness and anger just now are swept away. I just wanted to apologize to the old man and thank him for his kind reminder, but he suddenly turned around and left. The rain seems to have stopped and the dark clouds have cleared away. The old man's back is shrouded in the silent night, which is particularly tall. Everything is covered with a silver coat, quiet and peaceful.
That rainy night makes me unforgettable, because I will always remember the tolerance and reminder of the old man. His kindness made the warm current in my heart come to life.
Warm current excellent composition 1 1 The wind is whistling. It's October. It's almost winter. The wind stung my face like a blade. Look at that door left unlocked. I could have gone in for shelter, but I didn't dare. The wind is blowing harder and I can't help shivering. Alas! It seems that scolding is inevitable.
In this midterm, I only got 6 1 in math. Originally, I was full of confidence and could do well in the exam. But I didn't expect to do so badly in the exam. What are we doing? I think I saw my mother hit me with a stick.
The door opened slowly. It is my mother who opens the door. As soon as she saw me, she said in surprise, "Sunny, why don't you stand outside and come in?" Come on in! "Mom, today seems particularly gentle.
As soon as I entered the door, my mother seemed to notice something was wrong. She put down the teacup in her hand and said, "Have the math papers for the mid-term exam been handed out? Show me. " My mother's language makes me unable to refute it. "No, not yet ..." I said hesitantly. "Tell the truth!" Mother said in a commanding tone. I had to obey and slowly dig out the paper from my schoolbag. As I expected, my mother lost her smile at once. Staring at me, I felt my face burning, and I bowed my head in panic.
Everyone says: Father loves mountains, often deep and often strict; Motherly love, like water, is often gentle and delicate. But my house is just the opposite. For me, my mother is strict, but my father has always played the role of a loving father.
The silence around me is terrible, just like the silence before the storm. I deeply buried my head and took a breath of air, ready to meet my mother's scolding or flogging. Unexpectedly, my mother didn't blame me, but took my hand and motioned me to sit down. I dare not look my mother in the eye. I dare not look at her helpless and sad expression.
"Tang Qing," my mother suddenly called me in a serious tone. I quickly looked up at my mother. "Do you know why my mother used to be so strict with you?" I don't know. Mother sighed helplessly, and then said, "Sunny, it's not easy to stand on the society in this world." "Mom, I ..." Mom interrupted me and then said, "We don't have money like others. What will you do in the future if you don't study hard? " There is a slight sign in my heart. Is this what my mother told me? She didn't mean to punish me. Mom opened her eyes with anticipation: "Don't lose heart. You failed this exam, and there will be another exam. Do not give up on yourself. Believe in yourself, you are the best! " "
Mom's words, like a warm current, flow all over the body and warm my heart; Give me infinite strength, great courage and great motivation.
I firmly said to my mother, "Mom, I will try my best to study hard!" " "
A warm current excellent composition 12 On a snowy and chilly morning, the sky was filled with a gray color, and snowflakes flying all over the sky fell down the eaves and tree crowns, laying a snow blanket on the ground silently.
I walked in the snow, and lines of clear footprints were printed on the cold snow. How cold it is! Although wearing a thick down jacket, the exposed skin can still feel the biting cold.
My nose is red with cold and my teeth are shaking up and down, but one thought keeps me going: I'm going to meet my grandpa and uncle at the railway station.
Grandpa and uncle came from distant Qinghai to celebrate the 80th birthday of grandma who came to recuperate. Grandma asked me if I could meet my grandpa and uncle at the station. Looking at the glistening sky outside and thinking about the family reunion, I nodded without hesitation.
A gust of wind blew, and my feet slipped and staggered, and I almost lost my footing. I put my head into my collar, my hand into my sleeve, tightened my coat and wrapped myself like a ball. It's almost there, and the outline of the station looms ahead. I quickly stepped up my steps and rushed over step by step.
There are few passengers on the long bench in the station. I shook my snowflakes and narrowed my eyes. At first glance, I saw two familiar figures sitting on the bench in the middle, grandpa and uncle. I saw my uncle putting on a coat for grandpa. I opened my arms and rushed over, trembling and shouting, "Hello, grandpa and uncle!" " .
Uncle saw me coming and hugged me twice. Grandpa took out a roasted corn from his pocket and said with a big smile, "Come on, be warm". I picked up the steaming roast corn and covered it with my hand. Wow, with grandpa's temperature, my hands are warm.
I took a bite and the corn juice spread between my lips and teeth. The aroma was so strong that I swallowed it. A warm current poured in instantly, and my heart warmed up. Just now, the cold was driven away. I no longer feel cold, my body is full of vitality. Holding hands with my grandpa and uncle, I strode out of the station and hurried home. ...
Warm current excellent composition 13 With the passing of maple leaves, the footsteps of winter are getting closer and closer. Looking at the yellow leaves buried in the snow, I can't help feeling a little sad.
There is a sister who lives upstairs in my house. She is a senior three student in No.1 Middle School. Today, she will be admitted to the university. Her sister studied hard day and night, and their evening self-study ended very late. Everyone has fallen asleep, and her sister is still immersed in reading and studying hard to prepare for tomorrow's exam.
I remember one day on Saturday, the weather was very cold, and there was a layer of ice everywhere on the road where there was water. I was lying in bed alone enjoying the fun of TV. Suddenly I heard the door slam, and then I heard someone shout, "Hello, Grandma!" " Upstairs is my sister, curious, I ran to the door. Grandma's voice came downstairs and said, "Go to school again." "hmm." Listening to the conversation between my sisters, it seems that my sister thanked her grandmother for the hot milk.
The next day, I met my sister and listened to her talk about it. The night before yesterday, my sister came back from self-study at night. Grandma downstairs helped her open the stair door. When I walked to grandma's door, I gave her a cup of hot milk. My sister also said that my grandmother was waiting for her sister to come back. There is induction lamp in the building. Grandma is worried that the light is broken and her sister can't see the stairs clearly. She was also worried that it would freeze in such a cold day, so she specially warmed the milk for her sister in advance. Grandma is just our neighbor, and my sister has a grandson. Grandson has gone to college in other places, and my sister selflessly handed over the care of her grandson to her neighbor and sister who is about to take the college entrance examination.
Since then, almost every winter night, I can hear my grandmother's familiar door opening and voice. In order to wait for this sister to come back, this has almost become a constant night symphony in our building.
Every time I hear this voice, my heart can't help being warm. Although this is only a small matter, it makes me feel that there are still many good people in this world after all! I believe that as long as every member of our society can care about others with an open heart, the world will become better.