A ride experience made me feel a lot & hellip& hellip;
It was a cold winter. The cold wind cut my face like a knife. I stood by the road waiting for the arrival of the car. " Toot & hellip& hellip;'， There was a car whistle in the distance. I picked up my things and got ready to get on the bus. The car came slowly, and the door opened with a 'chi'. My God, the car was full of people! I got into the car unhappily. Instead of being cold, the car was very hot. I was a little out of breath. I felt that there seemed to be no oxygen on the earth. It was so stuffy. My head is dizzy. There is something surging up in front of my chest. I feel very uncomfortable. So I covered my chest with my hand and swayed around with the car. At this time, I felt someone pulling me behind my back. I turned my head carelessly and saw an old woman smiling at me. She couldn't help pulling me to her seat and said kindly, 'come on, boy, sit down!' No, no! You'd better sit down! " I declined politely. My words didn't work. The old lady dragged me to her seat and sat down. Watching her stand trembling, I really didn't feel a taste, but a warm thing ripples in the ocean of my heart and couldn't be calm for a long time.
After a while, I felt better and decided to 'return' my seat to the unknown old lady. But when I got up and looked, I couldn't find the old lady. " Did she get off the bus? " I thought. Just then, that kind voice came into my ear curtain again. It was grandma's voice. Grandma hasn't got off yet! I went looking for fame and really saw the old woman. With so many people standing on the bus, how could grandma sit down so soon? Eh? Isn't that the aunt who just sat in that seat standing next to her? I suddenly realized that the aunt was very moved when she saw the old lady give up her seat to me, but the old lady stood. So he gave up his seat to grandma. The ripples in the ocean of my heart have become waves, beating the reef of my heart. I'm on pins and needles. I feel like carrying a big stone in my heart. It's more uncomfortable than I just fainted. So I put my bag on the seat, squeezed next to my grandmother, took her and said, 'grandma, I'm not dizzy anymore. Now I'll take my seat & lsquo; Also & rsquo; Here you are. " I smiled and said to the aunt, 'aunt, thank you. Sit down quickly!' Then, grandma was pulled to her seat by me, and my aunt finally sat down. I was relieved, and the big stone in my heart fell to the ground. I felt relaxed and warm. After getting out of the car, the old lady kindly asked, 'how are you?' I smiled and replied, 'much better!' Although grandma's words are short and only three words, they are like a gust of breeze blowing the ocean of my soul, and from time to time, they warm my whole body, so that I can no longer feel the cold of winter.
This is my ride experience. It makes me realize that there is true love in the world, and love creates the world. As long as everyone has a heart of caring for others, the world will be better! For the sake of the beauty of the world, should you have a loving heart and let the warmth of the world surpass the super warmth of the winter sun? Winter is warm and comes as promised.
In the air with subzero temperature, the exhaled gas turns into visible white steam. The north wind roared and scattered the white steam, hidden in the cold air.
Looking at his red fingers, he was slightly swollen and sore and sighed. Holding the still warm plastic cup in my hand, the heat is constantly wrapping my palm, and I can't help smiling.
It seems that every morning, my mother gets up early, especially in winter. I always wondered why my mother got up earlier in winter than in summer. composition
Now I think of the warm plastic cup in my hand, everything is not difficult to explain.
When I was sleepy, my mother got up early and the electric kettle whined. She lifted the kettle and filled the plastic cup with hot water. The hot air rolls and the water light splashes slightly. The kettle under the light flashed silver and white. It was cast on my mother's gentle face and looked particularly bright in the still dark outside the window. The rolling hot air is dense in the cold air and doesn't seem to dissipate. composition
The warmth of that winter lingers in my heart, so warm that it is easy to fall asleep. In a trance, I remembered the winter when I was a child.
At that time, as now, the winter in Shanghai seemed to be invariable and bleak.
So I like to get into bed early at night and look at my mother sitting next to me. She put her hand into the quilt and gently rubbed the soles of my cold feet with her big palm. I am not surprised that my mother's long-term cold palm has become so warm at this time. I know that before going to bed, she will cover her hands first and then put them into my quilt to keep me warm.
Just the right heat wrapped around the soles of the feet and gradually ran around the body. I stared at my mother's gentle expression and dreamed in the unique warmth of winter.
When I came back from cram school, it was the first light of the day. Put the cooled plastic aside and start the operation without stopping.
As the night turned dark, I suddenly stopped my pen and fell on the table thinking. The window is insulated from the cold wind and the sound of the wind. Maybe it's too quiet around. Maybe it's fatigue after class last day. I'm a little sleepy. The problems in front of me make me more and more unable to solve them.
Suddenly my face warmed, and the sudden heat enveloped me, making me awake for a moment. My mother put the cup filled with hot water into my hand, and her gentle face was close at hand. She straightened my head and looked around for a while. I could feel her soft eyes invigorating me. Like the warm cup in my hand, she isolated all the sleepy cold in this winter. Such a feeling is so similar to those warm hands in childhood.
It's late to finish your homework. I thought I should tell my mother that my steps have stepped into her room. I saw my mother's gentle and quiet face, warm in the fully heated room.
Perhaps it is such a face that wraps me like a big palm and gives me warmth in countless winter days.
My eyes always stay on her warm sleeping face, never a little away. Warm winter moved 2006 warm winter
Moved 2006
"A grateful heart thanks for having you. Being with me all my life gives me the courage to be myself. A grateful heart thanks for having you. I will cherish flowers as well as flowers." These are some classic lyrics in the song "grateful heart", which are hard to forget. Every day, every moment, someone moved us with sincerity. Who moved us in 2006? Let's have a look.
If each of us has a grateful heart, our home will become more beautiful and harmonious. composition
On the night of July 14, 2006, the flood threatened Oujia group, Kun village, Pingshi Township, Zixing city. Chen shuxiu, the village women's director and planning and education specialist, rushed to one family after another, desperately shouting and knocking at the door to wake up the sleeping people and let them evacuate to a high place. The villager Ou Weibing was ready to retreat uphill. Suddenly, the flood rushed over the mountain and he fell into the water. Chen shuxiu ran to the shore, but also fell into the water. Chen shuxiu suddenly pushed Ou Weibing. With this strength, Ou Weibing climbed ashore smoothly. Looking back, when a wave came, Chen shuxiu instantly disappeared in the surging flood. At the age of 36, Chen shuxiu exchanged his life for the safety of 100 people.
Chen shuxiu's courage is admirable and moving, but she left us more of her meticulous love. We should have a grateful heart for Chen shuxiu's behavior and thank her for everything she has done for us. composition
Li Yingying, a beautiful 24-year-old girl. Three months ago, the female tour guide working in Guangdong volunteered to sign up for teaching support, becoming the youngest teacher in the first individual teacher recruitment activity. The young girl is teaching alone in the mountains of Hunan. As soon as she arrived at the school, Li Yingying became a person who changed history. She was not only the first female teacher to support education in the history of the school; There is an undergraduate teacher in history, and she is the only female teacher in the school.
The actions of Li YingYing and Chen shuxiu make me feel that life is beautiful because of love and gratitude. Their actions make me feel the warmth of winter and the value of life.
There are many people like Li YingYing and Chen shuxiu. For example: Jiang Deming, deputy to the National People's Congress, who is standing on crutches to give advice to farmers; Guo Qingmei, who helped the hemiplegic girl to study thousands of miles; Jia Xiulan, the daughter of 400 widowed old people; The octogenarian picked up junk and raised six abandoned children, Zhao Jinghua... There are countless such people. Their actions let us remember, move and inspire us.
It is precisely because there are many people like Li YingYing and Chen shuxiu. Even if people are in severe winter, they will not make us feel cold. Their spirit makes us feel the warmth of winter.
We only have a grateful heart and thank them for the winter warmth they bring us; Interpret their spirit, contribute their own strength, and let more people feel the warmth of winter. Let's work together!
Warm winter touched 2006, let us feel the true love of the world, let us work together to absorb the essence of moving 2006, create 2007 together to make our home more harmonious. The warmth of father's love in winter is always ignored -- when you are enthusiastically praising mother's love, father's love is ignored by you. Perhaps because your mother is more considerate than your father; Perhaps for various reasons, your father's love is far less great than your mother's in your eyes. However, my father's love makes me feel the warmth of spring in winter.
The sudden attack of cold air caught me off guard. Originally, it was sunny every day. Now, cloudy days and the cold wind that blows on me like a knife cut pain make me regret it. Alas, who told me to tell my mother that it was not cold and I didn't have to take a cotton padded jacket. As a result, I only had to be frozen. Go to school trembling every day. If you go on like this, you must catch a cold.
But that day, my mother called and said that my father would bring me some thick clothes and a quilt at noon. I was so happy that I waited excitedly. Almost an hour later, there was a knock at the door of the dormitory, and I hurried to open the door. " Dad! " I cried with joy, but joy was soon moved and replaced -- my father rode a car and braved the cold wind in order to bring me clothes and quilts.
'nan, is it cold? Is it frozen? ' My father's voice trembling with cold makes me very sad. Moreover, my father is so cold, but he doesn't complain about the weather, but cares about me first. " Oh, by the way, I bought you a thermos cup. In this way, the water will stay warm longer, and you can drink hot water! " Dad, are you cold? ' I interrupted my father and asked. ' Not cold, not cold. " Dad waved his hand. Isn't it really cold, dad? Your lips are purple with cold. " If your parents are not around, you should learn to take good care of yourself, you know? " I nodded hard. It turned out that my father loved me so dearly that my tears were about to overflow. " Well, I'll go. " Dad was leaving, so I quickly waved my hand: 'bye, Dad.' Well. ' welcome