I clearly engraved this very touching event in my mind. It was when I was in the third grade, and one day my mother took me to the department store to buy things. I'm happy because I haven't been out shopping for a long time. I must knock on my mother's wallet this time. My mother and I ran out happily. Along the way, the grass bowed to me and the flowers waved to me, as if to say, "Have fun!" " When I arrived at the gate of the department store, I found a little girl who was an artist here. Look carefully, she didn't come alone. She also has a disabled father lying in a wheelbarrow. Judging from her father's expression, it should be very painful! Because her father is pale and skinny, and the clothes he wears are even more shabby. How tragic! By this time, the little girl had finished her performance and everyone gave her a lot of money. When she came to me. I couldn't help but take out the only 5 yuan money and gently put it in the little girl's thin hand. After the little girl performed, the crowd gradually dispersed. Suddenly, the little girl shouted, "Who lost money?" When everyone heard this, you looked at me and I looked at you, as if looking for the owner. At this moment, a middle-aged man ran to the little girl and told her that he had lost 50 yuan's money, but the little girl said that he didn't find 50 yuan. Later, the boy walked away with a red face. Later, another woman came and lied that she lost 10 yuan, but the little girl said that she didn't find 10 yuan, only one yuan. "Is such a small amount worth looking for the owner?" Someone asked. She just said something impermanent: "I will never take anything that doesn't belong to me!" " "How noble this spirit of change is! How touching this is!
I have not only experienced it in my life, but also need more touching events in the book that we don't know to enrich my horizons!
I once read a story about a Hindu who made a pilgrimage to a temple in the Himalayas on foot. Right in front of him, he saw a little girl under ten years old, carrying a chubby child, moving slowly forward. The little girl was panting heavily and sweating all the time, but her hands still tightly protected the child on her back. Indians saw the little girl working hard and wanted to help him, telling her that her back was heavy and comforting her. However, the little girl was not happy because someone came to comfort her. She retorted with a straight face to the Hindus: "You are carrying a heavy load, but I am not carrying a heavy load. He is my brother! " Yes, that little girl is carrying her brother, not a heavy object, but a burden. I think each of us can live a warm life because our life is full of love. Love is the source of achievement!
Because the world is full of differences, our choices are also colorful, just like the love and touch that accompanied us to grow up, it is never monotonous.