I remember when I was 4 years old, I was in kindergarten. One day, my painting got 100, and I happily ran home to show it to my mother. My mother patted me on the head and praised me as usual, and gave me a packet of candy. I don't understand: "Why didn't I have a good meal today and gave me candy?" Mom smiled and said, "Because you are the best." The next day, the teacher taught us to say "touched" when others make us happy. So I ran home and said to my mother, "Mom, you gave me candy. I am really touched! " "Mom smiled and said I was a silly child, and I also smiled foolishly.
Yes, that day, I was vaguely moved for the first time. I want to take the first place, for mom's candy.
It was a season of alternating summer and autumn, and it often rained. I didn't listen to my father's advice. I left my umbrella and went to school wearing only a vest. On the way to school, it rained and the temperature dropped quickly. I began to regret not listening to my father. Just thinking, I thought I heard my father calling my name behind my back and turned my head. It's my father. I looked at him, ashamed and asking for help. He handed me an umbrella instead of a coat. He said seriously, "This is the price you pay for your willfulness. You should remember this lesson. "
I choked up. What my father gave me was not indifference or overindulgence, but deep concern.
12 years old, a little proud, content with temporary achievements, not listening carefully. Once again, I spoke too loudly for the teacher to help. She put away her old smiling face and gave me a meaningful look. Although her movements are so inconspicuous, it seems that I am the only one in the class who can see them, but it makes me feel ashamed. Soon after an exam, I got the first place in the whole grade. When handing out the test paper, the teacher gave me a knowing smile that others could not detect. I nodded understandingly and was very moved.
I didn't thank the teacher. I don't think she needs it. Because she taught me that moving is better than talking.
Now I seem very cold and rebellious. In the cinema, faced with a tear-jerking movie, I left this place with my legs up without expression. Suddenly, someone pulled it. At first glance, it is a six or seven-year-old girl. She said to me in a hoarse voice, "Sister, did you drop this money?" How can you be so careless? "Said passing a piece of paper money in 20 yuan. I put my hand into my pocket and felt it. The money is really gone. Look at this little girl with a childish face in front of me. Her eyes are so sincere, and I ......
Suddenly, I feel as if I were a student of painting. Although I was in a colorful world and missed many beautiful scenery, I was lucky to get an elegant sketch.
Simple touch is the destination of my soul!