After a while, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door. It turned out to be the child next door, only to see him nervously ask, "Aunt, do you have candles at home?" The woman thought, "Are they so poor that they don't even have candles? Don't lend it to them, lest you depend on them! "
So he shouted at the child: "No!" Just as she was about to close the door, the poor child showed a caring smile and said, "I knew there was no one at home!" " "Say that finish, I took out two candles from my arms and said," My mother and I were afraid that you would live alone and there were no candles, so we brought two to send you. "At this moment, the woman blamed herself, moved to tears, and held the child tightly in her arms.
I remember fifteen years ago, when I was in high school, my family was poor and I was studying in the county. The dishes brought from home are only operated until Tuesday, and the time in summer is even shorter. There are no vegetables to eat, let alone meat. During this period, I experienced the taste of poverty.
But during this period, I also found the warmth of the world. One of my uncles lives in the county, but his family is in poor condition. But his family provided me with a better condition, that is, I brought vegetables, potatoes, radishes, cucumbers, cabbages and so on from home.
After I finished the food I brought from home, his family cooked for me. For three years, I have eaten vegetables almost every week. Sometimes, my uncle will leave me to eat meat at his house and let me through those difficult days. Later, looking back on these days, I felt very warm and deeply realized that love will leave beautiful memories.
There is a small town where it hasn't rained for a long time, which has caused great losses to local crops, so the priest called everyone together and prepared to hold a prayer meeting in the church to pray for rain. There is a little girl in the crowd. Because she is so young, almost no one can see her, but she also comes to the rain prayer meeting. Just then, the priest noticed what the little girl brought and pointed at her excitedly on the stage and said, "That little sister touched me very much!" " "
So everyone looked in the direction of his finger. The priest went on to say, "We are here to pray for rain today, but she is the only person with an umbrella in the whole hall today!" " !
Everyone looked carefully, and sure enough, there was a antivir hanging next to her seat; At this time everyone was quiet, followed by a beautiful scene of applause and tears. Sometimes we have to say: children are not "small" at all, they are actually "big!" Their love is great! They are very confident!
Grandma suffers from Alzheimer's disease and can't take care of herself. Finally, she doesn't know everyone. Grandson advised grandpa to find a nanny, but grandpa said, "I don't trust others to take care of me." Moreover, young couples are always together. " "But grandma doesn't know you anymore!" Grandpa was silent for a long time and said, "But I know her!"
There is a middle-aged postman in a small village. Since he just turned 20, he has been traveling 50 kilometers every day, sending sad and happy stories to residents' homes day after day. In this way, twenty years passed quickly, and people and things changed several times. It's just that the road from the post office to the village has never been half a year, only flying dust.
"How long will this desolate road take?"
He always feels a little sorry at the thought of riding a bike all his life on this dusty road without flowers and trees.
One day, when he was about to go back after delivering the letter, he happened to pass by a flower shop. "Yes, that's it!" He went into the flower shop and bought a handful of wild flower seeds. From the next day, he took these seeds and spread them on the road. In this way, after a day, two days, a month, two months ... he kept spreading the seeds of wild flowers.
Not long after, the desolate road that has been going back and forth for 20 years has actually opened many red and yellow flowers; Summer flowers bloom in summer, autumn flowers bloom in autumn, and bloom will never stop.
Seeds and flowers make people in the village happier than any mail sent by the postman all his life. No longer is the postman whistling on the dusty but petal-shaped road, stepping on a bicycle, no longer a lonely postman, no longer a sad postman.