Such people keep me warm. There are always too many touches in the world, whether we meet or leave, whether it is earth-shattering or unknown, too many touches make us feel warm, like a spring breeze.
Every morning, a milkman delivers milk to my home. As soon as I heard the "click" sound of the milk box outside the door, I knew he had come to deliver milk again.
Our family has always been a "regular customer" who orders milk every month. Without exception, our family also booked this month. During the long winter vacation, the "little brother" who delivered milk left a deep impression on me.
A few days later, the weather was extremely cold, with a little light snow from time to time. When you go out, the cold wind blows straight, making people tremble. On that day, it began to snow in the sky, and its strength became more and more fierce. In a short time, the branches were blown white and the windows were wrapped in silver.
"Little Milk Brother" is late today. I wait for milk at home. I looked at the heavy snow all over the sky and thought, I'm not coming. It's snowing so hard today that I think it's difficult to walk on the road. When the picture of "Little Milk Brother" delivering milk on the road suddenly appeared in my mind, I was a little worried. Suddenly, I heard a "light sound" coming from the small box outside the door. I hurried to the door and looked through the cat's eye. It is milk. I saw "Little Brother Milk" open the box, put in milk, and then went to see his hand-purple, all covered with snow, trembling slightly, as if he had lost consciousness with cold. He has been covered with ice and snow that has not completely melted. On him, the snow is in sharp contrast with the black coat, and the snow on his face is too cold.
This is the respect and consideration of ordinary people for themselves. Even in the ice and snow, they still persist and never give up. This is dedication, a belief that seems easier to do than to do.
After receiving the cold milk and looking at the hurried back, I can't help but feel moved and admired in my heart. Maybe he is just an ordinary person, but he proved that he is not ordinary with his actions. He could have gone to hide from the snow, but he kept on working. This is the warmth of the human heart.
Such people always keep me warm. No matter how cold it is outside, my heart is always hot because of him.
Such people keep me warm. Love, like sunshine, always warms my heart. I just need to savor it. I have been touched by such people.
The streets of the Spring Festival are very lively, and lanterns and colored lights are hung everywhere, beaming. There are many people in front of the shop. This is a game of writing and taking dolls: from 1 to 600, you can't make mistakes. Pay for mistakes. I briefly looked at the rules, found them very simple, and I was eager to try.
I held my breath, clenched my pen with both hands, and wrote slowly, counting silently in my mouth. Halfway to rest, I accidentally caught a glimpse of an uncle, sitting on the opposite stool, as if sitting and resting, with a big bag of things beside him. He has dark skin, estimated to be in his 40 s, and he gave me a friendly smile.
I turned my head again and began to concentrate on writing. I have written more than 500 before I know it. There are more and more people watching, and my ears are buzzing. After writing, I can't help but feel nervous and sweaty. I tried to control myself, but there was still a fatal mistake when I wrote 599, and the people next to me just dispersed in a hubbub with regret.
I just sat, my heart suddenly cooled a lot. The point is that I have no money. What should I do? All pride. The boss kept looking at me and said nothing, as if time had stood still. It's really embarrassing. I rubbed my skirt helplessly and swallowed it back to my mouth. At this time, a voice broke the silence: "I paid for this little sister." I looked up and found that it was the uncle just now. He stood up, quickly took out his wallet and paid the money. My eyes touched the face he had just turned around: the corners of his mouth were curved with a smile, and there was a smile in his eyes, which gave me a warm feeling like spring.
My uncle encouraged me to keep trying, but because his son came and left in a hurry, he was worried that I would make a mistake, and he paid for me again. When I left, I was repeatedly told that if I wrote it correctly, I must remember to get the money back, and my face showed a smile.
In order to live up to that uncle's expectations, I finally avoided mistakes for the last time and succeeded in writing.
I feel very warm when I think of my uncle's enthusiastic help and encouragement. I really want to say "thank you!" Be sincere to him.
Such people keep me warm. That day, when I came home from school, I vaguely saw a figure on the road. It's so familiar, a warm current comes to my mind. He is Grandpa Peng, whom I haven't seen for years, and the riverbed of memory suddenly becomes clear. ...
Grandpa Peng is an old security guard. His real name is Zhang. He once took over a security guard named Peng. People call him "Lao Peng", so I call him "Grandpa Peng". He works as a security guard in a hotel next to my home. He is nearly sixty years old and in good spirits. He goes in and out of the hotel in a security uniform every day, sometimes sitting in a chair at the door.
One weekend, my parents went out and I went to the square with my friends. Unconsciously, at noon, my friend was called back by my mother. I looked at the time and patted my forehead: it's over, I'm going to miss my favorite TV series!
I ran all the way, almost home, as if I saw it from a distance. Grandpa Peng is lying in the long chair in the sun. I was about to run when suddenly my foot slipped and I fell to the ground heavily. When Grandpa Peng saw this, he quickly ran to help me up and said, "Oh, are you okay running so fast?" Get up! Get up! "
I can't speak in pain. Grandpa Peng looked at me without saying a word, and his arms and legs were covered with scars. He immediately took me to a chair and sat down. He went back to the house and took out an erythromycin ointment. He unscrewed the lid, squeezed it on his finger and gently applied it around the wound. He rubbed his forefinger gently on his abdomen and circled evenly. The pain gradually eased and I could speak. Grandpa Peng asked me about my family, poured me a cup of boiling water, bought me bread, and called my parents ... I didn't know what to do without Grandpa Peng's timely help. I really appreciate Grandpa Peng and treat him as a relative. I'll say hello when I come in and out. This lasted for two years until Grandpa Peng retired and left.
Now, his temples are gray, and I am grateful to meet him again. I couldn't help crying, "Grandpa Peng!" "Grandpa Peng turned around and saw me. He smiled and said, "Hey, it's Wenwen! I haven't seen you for years. You've grown so big! "Then, Grandpa Peng took my hand and chatted with me and asked about the dark castle. Grandpa and grandson are getting farther and farther away. ...
Grandpa Peng, you are a kind and caring old man. I will remember the warmth you gave me!
This kind of person keeps me warm. In my growing journey, a person came to my side, and when I recalled the fragments she got along with me, warm ripples could not help but appear in my heart.
She came to this world ten years later than me: she has clear eyes and no impurities; She cried and smiled brightly.
She gave me a tissue.
I was silent, tears flowed from my eyes to my cheeks, and finally, I fell down. These tears include the failure of the exam and the accumulation of long-term negative emotions. At first, she looked at my sad face and was at a loss. Gradually, there were some tears in her eyes. After a while, she ran away. Later, she came over, handed me a tissue unsteadily and said to me, "Sister, don't cry any more." At that moment, a touch of sunshine shone into my heart, and I smiled and said to her, "Don't cry either." Suddenly, she smiled, just like the most brilliant flower in spring.
She reminds me of the past.
The breeze blew and the petals were scattered all over the floor. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery, but she frowned and was particularly anxious: "Ah, the little flower was trampled by a bee." Looking up, there are indeed many bees working hard, but how can they trample the flowers down? I tried to explain, but when I looked at her, I changed my mind. I once said something similar; I used to look up at the sky and count the stars; I used to be an angel like her ... On that tender day, childhood scenes flashed in my mind, which came from the warmth of memory suddenly and deeply.
She expressed her concern to me.
I sat on the bed, burning all over, and the pain of high fever made me uncomfortable, but she ran around me, looking for something, like an ant just moving, and my parents were equally puzzled. A few minutes later, she found my cup and her eyes were full of joy. "Our kindergarten teacher said that if you are sick, you should drink more hot water. You must get better soon. " Don't say, it's really uncomfortable to see her serious look and worried eyes. "Well, I'll play with you when my fever has gone down, okay?" I looked at her with a smile.
You are like a little sun, emitting light and heat all the time and warming my heart all the time. Thank you for coming to me.
Such people warm my heart. As far as I can remember, when I was a child, I was in poor health, and my grandmother used Chinese medicine to decoct and take care of it. Over time, she has the taste of traditional Chinese medicine. Now when I smell this unique smell again, I seem to see grandma's kind smile and hear grandma's loving voice, which reminds me of that childhood memory. ...
The incense of medicine curled up in the corridor. I went to the kitchen and looked through the door. Grandma is really decocting medicine. She stood on tiptoe, opened the cupboard, took out a bag of Chinese medicine and put it on the table. Grandma carefully selected dozens of packages of traditional Chinese medicine according to the formula. I saw that she picked up a graduated cup and looked at the light for a while, but she couldn't seem to see the scale clearly. She took out her reading glasses and put them on, leaned in and poured the medicine in a little bit. Grandma took out the dusty casserole, scrubbed it repeatedly, poured in all kinds of medicinal materials, covered the lid and sat quietly waiting.
Before long, I only heard the sound of "cracking" in the pot. Grandma quickly stood up, turned down the flame and began to stir the medicine in the pot evenly with chopsticks. The weak sunshine in the morning shone on her pale white hair, and the bean-sized sweat on her head had flowed to her cheeks ... I still remember my grandmother once said that it would take a while to cook medicine slowly, and I secretly lamented: This is really a meticulous job!
I wanted to approach, and as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I was stopped by a strong smell of Chinese medicine. Grandma turned her head, and a thousand wrinkles pulled out a surprise smile, but she waved to me again and again: "Grandma smells good. I'll take my medicine first and call you later." Suddenly, I have mixed feelings in my heart. ...
Soon, grandma came in with a bowl of Chinese medicine and a piece of sugar in her hand. She said: "Grandma was afraid that you would get burned, so she blew it for you. Knowing that you were too bitter to take medicine, she brought a piece of candy specially." I swallowed the medicine, picked up the candy and put it in my mouth. The residual taste of traditional Chinese medicine is mixed with the sweetness of sugar. I still hold a warm bowl in my hand, and a warm current rises from my heart.
That bitter Chinese doctor has been pestering me for many years. If grandma hadn't taken care of me to make sugar, I wouldn't have been able to keep going.
That day, the smell of medicine on grandma and the bowl of Chinese medicine made me suddenly wake up: grandma has always contained me with her delicious food and cared for me with her selflessness. Whenever and wherever, whenever I smell Chinese medicine, the scene of that day will reappear, and the warmth in my heart is still stirring, nourishing my growth!
Such people keep me warm. Love, needless to say, makes people feel warm.
In winter, the cold is pressing, and the wind grabs snowflakes and splashes them on the face, making my hands hurt. The cold took away my only warmth. "Riding fast is still far from home." I thought bitterly in my heart. Suddenly a shrinking figure came into view, a beggar! He is unkempt and ragged, which makes people sick. In front of him is a broken bowl with some coins in it. Pedestrians wrapped in skirts hurried past him without leaving a trace of warmth. I can't help speeding up in order to overtake him. However, when I click a foot, my heart is half cold and will not be broken again. I hurried out of the car and looked at it. It was really broken. I looked around and there were no pedestrians on the road.
A few steps forward, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the smoke hits my face, which is very cold. I stood where I was in a hurry. "What can I do?" The original beggar disappeared, and even the beggars hid.
Suddenly, a man came face to face. A closer look shows that there is another person behind him, that is, the beggar. My in the mind a surprised. What is he going to do? I have a cold sweat in my palm. Near, I can hear my own heartbeat. "Son, let me fix it for you!" Then the man and the old beggar squatted down to help me repair the car. I'm at a loss. Are they helping me? I looked at the old man again. He is in rags and has white hair. He may have a happy family, but the disaster turned him into a beggar. However, he helped a stranger in such a cold winter. I was lost in thought.
"Son, the car has been repaired. Let's ride it. It's too cold. " I came to my senses and looked at the kind smile of the old man, and a warm current surged in my heart. He kept rubbing his greasy red hands. A warm current poured into my body and mind. I stepped forward to shake hands with him, and he hurried back. "No, no, my hands are too dirty." I took the money out of my schoolbag, stuffed it into my head and rode away quickly. The snow stopped, the weather cleared up and the sun shone on me. "Ride slowly, the snow is slippery." I dare not look back for fear that he will see me cry. The weather is still cold, but your love keeps me warm.
Forced to make a living, you beg along the street, and you never speak in the face of others' cynicism, but DOG in society can't change your kind heart. Thank you for letting me feel the warmth of June in the cold winter. Your love warms my life.
This kind of person keeps me warm. Winter is coming, and the chill is pressing. Before the sun came out, only the cold wind ran around the earth, as if freezing everything in the world.
I hate winter, and the cold wind cuts across my cheeks like a ruthless meat cutter, leaving me nowhere to run. Early morning is the best time of the day, but it is surprisingly difficult for me. "Come on, don't dawdle, it's time for school!" I tirelessly replied, "I know, that's good."
Home is too far from school, and genius is there. I dragged myself out of bed, lazily picked up my coat and wrapped myself tightly. "Ah! Eat, it's ready. " Then came my mother's voice. "No, I'm going to be late." "Let's go, it's too cold. What if you don't eat breakfast? " Mom is still talking. "Don't bother, don't eat, let's go!" I got into the cold wind and didn't look back. Mother's words floated behind her: "Put on more clothes, it's cold outside ...".
The cold wind is whistling in the ear, and it hurts when the knife cuts the ear. I feel like I can fall. "Damn weather, how so cold. I know I will listen to my mother and get warm after dinner. " Thinking about thinking, a cold wind blew, freezing my thoughts, and I subconsciously shrank my neck. Finally arrived, I took a deep breath and stepped towards the campus.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind, "Xiaoyu, wait …". Looking back, a familiar figure caught my eye. Not far away stood a woman in her forties, wearing a faded scarf on her head, her thin body shrinking in the cold wind … That's her mother! The pale face has been engraved with the traces of years, and a wisp of gray hair under the scarf is flying in the wind.
"Why are you here?" I asked in surprise. "I'm ... I'm afraid you are hungry. I'll give you something to eat. " While speaking, I gently handed me the lunch box, put on my clothes and stuffed 5 yuan into my pocket. Turn and leave. I choked up. Looking at her floating back, I said loudly, "mom, slow down on the road." She turned around with a happy smile on her face. "Well, it's cold outside. Go home quickly!" Holding a lunch box with the same temperature as my mother, I feel a lot warmer all over. The cold wind still did not stop her, but my heart melted. Suddenly I feel that love is in full bloom this winter.
The sun came out, and a ray of sunshine shone on the love lunch box, so warm, so warm …
Such people keep me warm. It was very cold that day. The sun seems to be hiding, there is no light. Leaves blown by the wind fall off one by one.
School ends at noon and comes out very late. Many parents come to pick up their children. In the distance, a figure was wearing a thin coat, and the wind mercilessly messed up her hair. I knew at a glance that it was my mother.
She put her arm around her shoulder, but it was still too cold, still shivering, and her teeth seemed to be fighting up and down: "giggle …" kept ringing.
I shouted at her, "Mom!" She sneered at me, and when she saw me, she forced a smile on her face and said, "Come out? How did you get out so late? Not cold, right? " I was about to answer, but my mother sneezed several times in succession, and I swallowed what I wanted to say.
When I went out in the morning, my mother brought me a coat, but she forgot to take her own coat. How much does my mother love me? She only thinks about me and forgets herself. What do I think? My mother usually educates me so well that she buys me the books I want every day and gives me various remedial classes to enrich my knowledge. I'm sick. I go to see a doctor in the east and buy medicine in the west. Take good care of me. It usually takes two days. I usually eat. Leave all the delicious food to me. It's my turn to take care of her today!
I took off my school uniform coat, put it on my mother carefully and said to her; "Honey, be careful, don't freeze!" I grew up in my twenties and became an adult, as if I were her father, almost in an accusatory tone.
Mother thought I was joking, took off her coat with a smile, and I put it on him again. She said worriedly, "You'll get cold without a coat!" " ""no! Don't worry! " I said firmly, "I don't have a shirt! "Besides, I just came out of the classroom, not cold!" When I finished writing, I found my mother's eyes were red and I was moved to tears. I said, "When my son grows up, he will worry about his mother. My son is so filial! You really touched your mother today! "
I said in my heart: Mom, when I grow up, I will become more sensible and grateful! I will be more sensible, considerate and warm to you in the future!
We should do more good deeds and touch more people. The ancients said, give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance. The same is true in society. When you see others in trouble, you should help them, respect the old and love the young, and be polite to others. Only in this way can we be a good boy with emotional intelligence and warm others!
Such people keep me warm. Winter is coming, and the chill is pressing. The sun hasn't come out yet, only the cold wind is running between the earth, which seems to freeze everything in the world.
I hate winter very much The cold wind swept across my cheeks like a ruthless meat cleaver, leaving me nowhere to escape. Early morning is the best time of the day, but it is surprisingly difficult for me. "Come on, don't dawdle, it's time for school!" I took the trouble to answer, "I see, that's good."
Home is too far from school, and genius is dawning. I drag myself out of bed and lazily pick up my coat and wrap myself up. "Ah! Eat, it's ready. " Then came my mother's voice. "No, I'm going to be late." "Come on, it's too cold. What can I do without breakfast?" Mother is still chattering. "Don't bother, don't eat, let's go!" I plunged into the cold wind and never looked back. Mother's words floated behind her: "Put on more clothes, it's cold outside ...".
The cold wind whizzed past my ear, and it hurt when my ear was cut by a knife. I seem to fall off when I touch it. "Damn weather, how so cold. If I know, I will listen to my mother. If I have some rice, I will be warmer. " Thinking about thinking, a cold wind blew, freezing my thoughts, and I subconsciously shrank my neck. Finally arrived, I took a deep breath and stepped towards the campus.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind, "Yu, wait …". Looking back suddenly, a familiar figure came into my sight. Not far away, a woman in her forties stood there, wearing a faded scarf on her head, her thin body shivering in the cold wind ... that was her mother! The pale face has already been engraved with the traces of years, and a wisp of gray hair under the scarf is flying in the wind.
"Why are you here?" I asked in surprise. "I'm ... I'm afraid you are hungry. I'll give you something to eat. " While speaking, he gently handed me the lunch box, put clothes on me, and stuffed 5 yuan money into my pocket. Turn and leave. I choked up. Looking at her floating back, I said loudly, "mom, slow down on the road." She turned around and her face was filled with a happy smile. "Well, it's cold outside. Hurry home! " Holding a lunch box with mother's temperature, the whole body is much warmer. The cold wind still hasn't stopped her, but my heart has been melted. Suddenly I feel that love is blooming in this winter.
The sun came out, and a ray of sunshine shone on the love lunch box, so warm, so warm. ...
Such people keep me warm. 700 words 10 In life, there must be little things that make you warm! I have a lot too, but what I can't forget is getting a glass of water.
It was a scorching summer day, and just after physical education class, students rushed to the life-saving water dispenser, some with cups and some with bottles. The teacher asked me something. I was the last one to go back to the classroom. There was no place for me to stand! I swallowed, and my throat seemed to stick together, and my mouth was dry and unbearable. I picked up the cup and squeezed into the crowd.
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the water spilled on you." When I heard this loud voice, I knew it was Linlin Mountain. Although she is a woman, her long tone is like a "fake" boy. She squeezed out of the crowd with a trophy in her hand, looked at my cave and glanced at me proudly. Hum, I want to walk in my seat. Well, what's the big deal? I also have water to drink later.
Before I could squeeze in, I heard someone shout, "There is no water! There is no water! " I stood on tiptoe and saw that the bucket was really empty. I'm disappointed. Take an empty cup and go back to your seat. "Let's ask for water to drink!" I thought to myself. I turned my head and looked around. Walk fast and return with full load, and walk slowly and return empty-handed. The first person who arrived first drank it without a few moves, which made the latecomers sad! I really regret coming back late.
"Give me a drink of water to moisten my throat!" The familiar loud voice rang in my ear. "I turned my head in surprise and saw it was ChanLinLin! Usually always wrangling, learning problems, the teacher's neck is thick. The students all say that we are rivals. Now you want me to drink water? Well, I still don't know what's bothering her. I turned my head to one side and pretended not to see it. "Take it to drink. Don't be embarrassed. "Shan Linlin reached out and pushed, and said with a smile." Really? I said. ChanLinLin habit pushed his glasses, head high proudly said, "of course it's true, do you think I would be so narrow-minded? Now let you drink enough, and you will have the energy to fight with me! " Say that finish, she gave me a thumbs-up sign.
Thirsty, I took that glass of water and didn't ask for that much. I raised my neck and took a sip of clean light.
Since then, Shan and I have become rivals in study and friends in life!
Such people keep me warm. I looked out of the window, and it was raining in Mao Mao. My thoughts drifted to that day two years ago, and it was drizzling.
It seems to be rainy season. I didn't finish my homework at noon, so I was left behind by the teacher to make up for it at night. When I finished writing and walked out of the teacher's office, it was already dark, and the night was like a greedy monster, devouring the whole world. It's drizzling in the air. Although it is not big, it is dotted and dense, and it has a desire to rule the world. The tall and vicissitudes of buttonwood trees, withered flower beds and lonely basketball stands are silent in the rain, as if there were infinite melancholy and loneliness. There are almost no people on campus. It's empty and quiet, which makes people panic. The street lamps on both sides of the cement road are somehow flickering, adding a touch of strangeness to the originally deserted campus.
The teacher's criticism sounded again on this cold night, which made my heart cold and stiff.
I walked along the corridor alone and walked to the school gate. As I walked, I thought about how to explain all this to my mother who met me outside the school gate.
Dude, it's finally your turn. About ten meters away from the school gate, a familiar voice sounded in my ear. My heart is shaking. Looking up, a tall and thin figure came into view. That is my deskmate Ming. Holding a small umbrella, with a little smile on his face. Although he had an umbrella, his sneakers were still wet and he obviously stood for a long time.
Why don't you go home? You left your homework at school. Will you come back to get it? I feel confused and surprised.
He shook his head, walked over to me and raised his umbrella over our heads. In a blink of an eye, the rain couldn't hit his face any more, and the coolness of his whole body disappeared.
I'm afraid you'll be criticized and feel bad. I've been waiting for you here.
What? Standing in this cold rain just to wait for me? How kind it is! It is no exaggeration to be higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea.
My eyes are wet and my vision is blurred.
Why are you crying? You are in a bad mood! I was left by my teacher, too. I know what it feels like. But don't worry about it. Go back and have a good sleep at night, and tomorrow, all the unpleasant things will be forgotten. I can hear that he is trying his best to help me relieve my depression.
At this moment, the coolness in my heart is warmed by warm friendship, and my body is warm and my heart is warm.
I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and walked side by side with him to the school gate under an umbrella.
Now, whenever I recall this past, a warm current surges in my heart.