In life, those touching things are woven in my heart like silk. But only this incident flashed and echoed in my mind forever like a floating cloud.
I remember one afternoon last summer, the sky was surprisingly hot. I played hide-and-seek with my friends in the neighborhood under the scorching sun. I quietly hid behind the shelf next to the steel house, thinking it was perfect, but my friends found me. I shook my head helplessly and got off the bus carefully. But I accidentally cut my foot by glass slag, making it difficult to walk.
At this time, the sky suddenly changed face, Lei Gonggong knocked on the drum, and the fish sister rained cats and dogs without mercy. "Oh, it's raining hard. Let's go home in the rain! " As he spoke, some friends ran out in the rain. I was very anxious, thinking: let's go, I'm afraid of bleeding and infection; Don't go, I'm afraid it will rain more in the future. At this time, the sky was overcast and it rained even harder. I remember tears falling down. I was about to go home in the rain when a man stopped me. When I looked back, it was Uncle Zhang, the doorman. I looked at him in surprise. I saw that he took out a pair of plastic rubber covers on my shoes and said to me, "How did you hurt your name, son?" Come, I'll take you to the hospital. "I said, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding me in the other, I'm leaving." Is it convenient for you? Otherwise ... "Zhang completely ignored my words and lifted his feet to help me walk to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, Uncle Zhang was as busy as a bee for me, which made me feel distressed. After dressing the wound, Zhang asked me anxiously, "Are you all right, son?"? Does it still hurt? " My nose was sour and I said, "Uncle Zhang, thank you, I'm fine." Zhang Song breathed a sigh of relief and helped me out of the hospital.
It is already dark, but it is still raining. Uncle Zhang and I are walking on a slippery road. Zhang was afraid that I would get caught in the rain, so he hit his umbrella beside me, but half of his body was soaked through by the rain. I gritted my teeth and tears kept rolling in my eyes. Moved me to think of Uncle Zhang because he is a rural person and plays tricks on his scene with friends in the community. This is very wrong. I secretly looked at uncle Zhang's kind eyes, and tears flowed down. At the entrance of the corridor, I took off Zhang's foot cover, saw Zhang's wet body and said, "Zhang, please come to my house for a cup of hot tea before you go." Uncle Zhang said with a smile, "No, please go home quickly." Zhang said, and turned to go. Looking at Zhang's back, my tears flowed out, and the tall back drifted away in my sight. ...
Chapter two: One thing that moved me.
In my mind, rickshaw pullers used to be just a low profession, but one thing I did once made me change this view.
It was a Thursday. Towards the end of the afternoon, the school announced that there would be no classes on Friday. I am half-commissioned at the teacher's house. My mother usually picks me up at the teacher's house around 8: 30 in the evening. I don't have a mobile phone, so my mother doesn't know that there will be no class tomorrow. Thought of here, I froze, sitting in the seat at the school gate, at a loss. I stood up and sat for several times, afraid to borrow the phone from my classmates' parents, and I wouldn't take credit in the shop at the school gate.
I am just sitting here. I don't know how long it took, but my classmates left almost. Suddenly I feel that it is getting dark and the sun seems to have lost its luster; The trees seem to have lost their vitality in the dim light.
Suddenly, I felt a little cold and woke up from a trance. It turned out that it was raining lightly. I can't help but stand up and walk in the direction of home. I walked to the corner of the school gate and suddenly felt a glimmer of hope-a row of rickshaws appeared in front.
At this time, I don't know where I got the courage. I ran to the first coachman in three steps and said, "Uncle, I have no money. You can take me home first and then ask my mother to give me money. " Is it okay? My home is in Jingyuan Xiyuan. "The coachman turned and left without saying a word. It is raining harder and harder. I asked them one by one, and they all reluctantly left. There is only one driver left. I went over and repeated what I just said. He looked at his mobile phone, thought about it, and then said, "get on the bus, little friend." "
After I got on the bus, it rained heavily again. The wind is blowing and the rain is hitting me. It's like falling into an ice room. I'm cold from head to toe. I glanced at the driver in front. He seems to be dressed thinner than me, and he can hardly keep out the cold except for a towel around his neck. I don't know why tears come out of my eyes. Tears flow from my eyes to my face like pearls with broken lines. I cried. The coachman looked back at me, took off his towel and handed it to me, saying, "Wipe it, little friend." I took the towel and more tears flowed out. I wiped it hard with a towel, but I heard a voice besides my crying-cough, which was from the driver.
Crying and crying, home is here. I put the towel on the chair and rushed into the heavy rain. I took fifteen dollars and rushed to the driver. He seems to be on the phone, explaining something. I paid fifteen dollars. When he saw it, he didn't put it all away and said, "Not that much." Took five dollars and left, disappearing into the heavy rain. I stood there looking at his distant back, feeling that he was suddenly very tall, but his eyes were blurred.
After this incident, I was in awe of rickshaw drivers, and their image was no longer humble in my heart.
Chapter 3: A touching event.
The greatest love in the world is maternal love. Although this only happened between my classmate and his mother, I still remember it vividly.
It happened in the summer vacation of my first grade. I traveled to Yunmeng Mountain with my classmates and parents. The scenery there is simple and beautiful, with flowers and plants between mountains and rivers, and a few wisps of light fog looming, and almost no traces of artificial carving can be seen.
I remember drifting down the canyon of Yunmeng Mountain and then walking back to the hotel along the mountain road. That road is very primitive, not so much a road as a lot of people walking on it. Sometimes it's slippery pebbles by the pool, sometimes it's drooping shrubs, sometimes it's overgrown with weeds and moss. Because it happened after the rain, my feet became slippery and muddy. Walking, I saw Zheng Yalun's mother's left shoelace broken. My aunt took a few deep steps and twisted her right foot. As a result, the right shoelace was broken. Aaron ran and jumped unconsciously in front. Karen's mother frowned slightly, took off her shoes and ran barefoot behind her. The mountain road is so rugged and muddy, plus there are thorny wild flowers, slippery moss and some pebbles on the roadside, which is even more difficult to walk. Cologne's mother didn't see any pain or abnormality at all. She smiled all the way, spoke briskly and sometimes hummed a few short songs. But I am a little anxious, and I can't wait to walk to the end of the path as soon as possible, even the beautiful scenery around me no longer attracts me.
We finally walked out of the valley and arrived at the hotel. All the students are eating popsicles, and I am no exception. Everyone is very happy, the Flint flaunting the plucked flowers, the man holding the plucked wild flowers, and the only mother who can't see Karen. So I ran to her room. Outside the door, I saw that her feet were covered with bruises, and my heart was very uncomfortable. If my feet were as big as my aunt's, I wish I had given her my shoes, so my aunt wouldn't have to suffer so much.
Motherly love is spring breeze, which can melt the freezing in our hearts and make us feel the beauty of spring in the cold winter; Motherly love is a bridge, which sets up a rainbow between us and our mother's mind and makes us unforgettable; Motherly love is a road sign, silently guiding our life. Motherly love is a clear sky, which makes us no longer afraid of wind, frost, rain and snow.
Motherly love is selfless, great and endless. Think about my mother again, how much she has paid for me! "But how many inches of grass can love give the sun's rays? "Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is exactly my mood at this time.
Chapter four: A touching event.
Life is like running water. As time goes by, many things are forgotten. However, there is one little thing that makes me feel deeply moved every time I think about it.
In the third grade, I was addicted to playing Rubik's Cube, so my father bought me three Rubik's Cube with different styles. The little Rubik's Cube, with my father's love, has brought me a lot of happiness and a little trouble. In order to share the fun of Rubik's cube with my classmates. I brought the Rubik's Cube to school. I didn't expect the most expensive one to be broken by my classmates. Looking at the broken Rubik's Cube, I felt distressed and complained loudly about him.
When I got home, my father saw that I was unhappy and asked why. I told him about school. "Son, if the Rubik's Cube is broken, you can buy a new one, but the relationship with your classmates can't be bought with money. Just give this Rubik's Cube to your classmates. " Dad is very reasonable. I nodded silently, but my heart was a little lost. I fell asleep with a depressed mood.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find two new Rubik's cubes in front of my bed. I asked my father, "Who put these here?" "It is Santa Claus. Seeing that you have such a tolerant attitude, he sent you a Christmas present in advance. " Dad's words make me dubious. I picked up the Rubik's cube and played. A sticker on the Rubik's cube fell off, revealing its original color. Then I suddenly realized that Santa Claus is my father! After I fell asleep, he found out the old Rubik's cube I used to play with and put a new sticker under the lamp, which looked exactly like the new Rubik's cube.
Mom told me: that night, after I fell asleep. Dad got out of bed, crept out of the cupboard to find out the old Rubik's cube I used to play with, and then took out the Rubik's cube sticker and lubricating oil. Stick them under the lamp one by one: each Rubik's cube has 54 faces. When sticking each sticker, cover the original color, and don't be a little askew to be the same as the new one. Then we'll take the Rubik's Cube apart and apply lubricating oil to each rotating shaft. Sometimes it doesn't stick well and you have to take it off and stick it again. Grease all over my hands. So it didn't last until three o'clock in the morning. Hearing this, tears swirled in my eyes. I threw myself into my father's arms and said affectionately, "Dad, thank you!" " "I remember once I spent half a day doing these jobs with my father. Then he must have stayed up this time.
Up to now, the Rubik's Cube has been placed in front of my bed. Although it has been so long, every time I see this Rubik's Cube, I will think of the scene posted by my father late at night. You will feel this ordinary and great love, it is like a continuous drizzle, nourishing everything, and this selfless and great love, like the spring breeze, has a long meaning. Let me never forget, let me move to this day.
Chapter 5: A touching event.
Last night, I got out of the swimming pool of Shenzhen University and got on my mother's car.
When we were about to leave the parking lot, we found a car parked in the parking space near the exit. My mother slammed the steering wheel and finally reached the parking lot door. My mother wants to drive out. Suddenly, she made a "card" sound from the chassis of the car. Hearing this voice, my mother immediately took a step back, but she also made a "card" and "card" sound when she retired. At this moment, my mother said, "Shit! Stuck. " Hearing this, I immediately got off the bus, just under the right back door. The car was stuck by the stone ladder, just in the position of the jack, and the tires were basically suspended. This is really a dilemma! So what should we do? Call someone. Those people may not want to help.
At this time, the security guard came, and someone came over and said several ways to do their own thing. Just as an uncle was driving out, I thought, take a chance. I ran to ask for help, only to see the uncle immediately get down and run to my mother's car. He looked at it for a while and said, "Take some wood or bricks to cushion the wheels, so that the car can drive away." "Where can I find wood or bricks?" A security guard asked. I saw my uncle was silent. After a long time, he drove away. I thought: well, he also went to do his thing. What can we do? Later, the security guard asked several people to move the car and the car finally started. But mom has called the insurance company to investigate.
After more than half an hour, a car came. Take a closer look, huh? Isn't this the uncle in front? Didn't he drive away? Why did you come again? I was thinking about it when an uncle got off the bus and said to us, "I found a lot of wood over there." It turned out that he drove to find wood!
My respect for him arises spontaneously. Yes, we are strangers to him. He spent so much time looking for wood for us, and when he found it, he told us where there was wood. This uncle is really wonderful. Some people came to see what happened ahead, but no one helped them. They all went to do their thing, but this uncle helped us. From this incident, I thought of a news broadcast on TV the other day, saying that a Mr. Huang fainted at the gate of SEG and lost a lot of blood. Later, a kind person sent Mr. Huang to the hospital, paid the medical expenses for the injured, and then waited for the injured family to come to the hospital before leaving silently. Isn't this kind uncle just like this kind man?
Ah! There are so many good people in Shenzhen!