Five taxis have been stopped, but no one wants to drive me because they are in a hurry.

I have no choice but to smile bitterly when changing shifts. In fact, I understand that they are just afraid of rainy days and the road is not good. number

Just willing to drive me.

Not far away, a faint light caught my eye. A worn-out old tricycle.

The car came slowly, and with the last glimmer of hope, I knocked on the window to explain my intention to ride.

Later, the old man said softly, "Come on up."

Entering the car, raindrops beat wildly on the worn-out "wind candle" outside.

Sitting in the tricycle, I slowly felt a little warm inside. I began to look at the old man carefully.

Man: a white coat, a dark yellow face, ravines and a sad face.

, gray hair, pitifully like white weeds withered in autumn, lifeless to the east.

Lie with your head tilted.

"bang!" The car stalled. The old man left a sentence, "Don't go down, wait for me in the car."

"Say that finish, he hurried out of the car and the cold rain fell like beans. Raindrops fell on the old man.

Head, gathered into a trickle, flowing down the wisps of silver hair of the old man and merging into the old.

The man's neck moistened my eyes. The cold rain also hit the old man.

Hit me in the heart. At this time, the old man lit me up like a wild chrysanthemum in the rain.

Eyes.

The bus finally started again and the old man got on. "He smiled at me and said easily.

All right, you can go. "A warm current suddenly welled up in my mind.

When I got home, it was past midnight, and the sky suddenly became clear, and the stars climbed into the sky.

I took out the money and paid it to the old man. The old man stopped my hand and said with a smile, "What's up?"

Drop in, it's free. Whoever is not in trouble should do me a favor ... "

When I woke up, it was dawn and the breeze was blowing gently. After a night of cleaning, the windows

Violet buds are in full bloom and look particularly white in the early morning light. I suddenly

I think the kindness of the elderly, like this magnolia flower, will bloom in in my heart forever.

In your heart?