In my memory, there are many things that touch me. However, the most unforgettable thing for me was what happened two years ago.
It was a cold night. Because I was playful during the day, in the middle of the night, the disease pulled me out of my dream. I had a splitting headache and my whole body felt warm. My mother was awakened by my moans and asked with concern: "Son, what's wrong?" "I feel bad." My mother immediately touched my head with her rough hands, then ran to the living room, took out the thermometer, and inserted Up to my armpits. "Hey, thirty-nine degrees seven." Mom said nothing and hurriedly helped me put on my clothes. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother hurriedly registered me, took me to see a doctor, and finally took me to the infusion room for infusion. After the nurse pushed me to the ward, it was already three o'clock in the morning. I was tired and sleepy, so I fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up, the snow had stopped and my condition was much better. At this time, I saw the most touching scene - my mother was sitting on a small stool, lying on the edge of the hospital bed and fell asleep. I turned around and saw many medicines and delicious food on the bedside table. , I know this is what my mother bought me when I was sleeping. There was a note on the bedside table. I picked it up and read it. It said: "Son, please pay attention to your health in the future." When I saw this note, tears rolled in my eyes several times, and finally I couldn't bear it anymore. Live flow out.
Although two years have passed since this incident, I still remember every detail of this incident. I will never forget my mother's kindness to me.
On Sunday afternoon, my mother came to the Children's Palace to pick me up from class. She passed by a vegetable market near my home. My mother said she wanted to go in to buy vegetables. I reluctantly waited at the entrance of the market. Suddenly, amidst the noisy hawking, my eyes accidentally caught sight of a little girl, who was about the same age as me. She was wearing a yellowed white shirt, and her big, bright eyes were staring at the bag in her hand. It's a book that seems to be fascinating to read. There is a middle-aged woman selling vegetables next to her and shouting. When there are many people and she is too busy, she will call the little girl holding a book and read it. As long as she calls, she will put down the book in her hand. Helping, apparently, is a mother and daughter.
She just held this book and read it, but occasionally she would be called by her mother. When nothing happened, she would go back to the bench and continue reading. She can actually concentrate on reading in such a noisy and messy environment. If it were me, I would definitely be annoyed to death by the noisy sound, let alone reading. I thought about how when I usually do homework at home, as long as The sound of a TV playing a program came from the next room, and I would immediately be distracted. I would always think about my favorite cartoons, and I would find all kinds of excuses and reasons to watch them. But I really can't understand how she can read so intently in such a noisy environment like a vegetable market! Maybe she's already used to it. In any case, I admire her for being able to read in such an environment, and she is also able to help her mother do something, which makes me very touched.
At this time, my mother bought the groceries and came over. I told my mother what I had just seen. Mom said: "You have to learn from her. It's not easy for her to read in such a noisy environment. It shows that she is very at ease and will not be disturbed by other things. If you study like her, then your grades will be better." You will improve and your studies will progress." After listening to my mother's words, I nodded and agreed in my heart
1. Pan An is a very good young man in our community, and he is also very kind. Yes, he is just a little timid and afraid of getting into trouble. He doesn’t even dare to kill the fish himself when making fish soup.
One sunny afternoon, smoke suddenly started coming out of a building. The neighbors smelled the smoke and ran down. "Old man!" one person shouted. At this time, everyone thought that the old man was on fire, but the old man was still sleeping soundly at home! People started talking about who would save the old man.
"An Lin, go."
"Why?"
"You are the uncle's opponent. You should have woken up the uncle at that time."
“That Zhang Yun should go.
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“Why? ”
“It should be the chicken soup you helped uncle cook!” Didn't you turn off the gas? "
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While everyone was arguing, Pan An came over and asked, "What's going on?" ”
“The uncle’s house is on fire, but the uncle is sleeping at home! But no one is willing to save the uncle. "An Lin said.
Pan An looked at the increasingly thick black smoke and said, "I'll go! "
"Pan..." Before anyone could say anything, he had already rushed into the smoke-filled corridor, and everyone immediately dialed 119. Ten minutes passed, and the 119 car arrived. People Before I saw him coming down, I started to worry, he would be okay. Another 10 minutes passed, and everyone heard a familiar voice: "Come and help!" "It's Pan An, it's him! He is walking toward everyone with an old man who is over 70 years old.
"Xiao An, I'm sorry for you. ”
“Pan An, you are amazing! "
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"Everyone, please stop talking and send me to the hospital quickly! It doesn't matter to me. ”
“Hey. "After everyone sent the uncle to the hospital, he found a piece of cloth and bandaged his wound without even going to the hospital.
I witnessed all this in front of the window, and I shed two lines of hot tears. I was deeply moved by him. Every time I stood at that window, I would think of how many people in modern society would have the same qualities as him. In modern society, don’t we need this kind of character? Pan An and Halwe are both role models for us to learn from.
2. There are many things that touch me in my memory. However, the most unforgettable thing is what happened two years ago.
It was a cold night. Because of my playfulness during the day, the illness pulled me out of my dream in the middle of the night. I felt a splitting headache and my whole body felt hot. My mother was awakened by my moans and asked with concern: "Son, what's wrong?" "I feel bad." "My mother immediately touched my head with her rough hands, then ran to the living room, took out the thermometer, and stuffed it under my armpit. "Hey, thirty-nine degrees seven. "My mother hurriedly helped me put on clothes without saying anything. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother hurriedly registered me, took me to see a doctor, and finally took me to the infusion room for infusion. After the nurse pushed me to the ward, it was already three o'clock in the morning. I was tired and sleepy, so I fell asleep.
When I woke up, the snow had stopped and my condition was much better. At this time, I saw the most disturbing thing. A touching scene - my mother was sitting on a small stool, lying on the edge of the hospital bed and fell asleep. I turned my head and saw many medicines and delicious food on the bedside table. I knew this was my mother sleeping while I was sleeping. I bought it for me when I was young. There was a note on the bedside table. I picked it up and looked at it. It said: "Son, please pay attention to your health in the future." "When I saw this note, my tears rolled around in my eyes several times, and finally I couldn't help but flow out.
Although it has been two years since this incident, everyone in this incident I still remember the details. I will never forget my mother’s kindness to me.
On Sunday afternoon, my mother came to the Children’s Palace to pick me up from class. She passed by the market near my house and said she wanted to go in to buy groceries. I was waiting reluctantly at the entrance of the vegetable market. Suddenly, amidst the noisy sales, my eyes accidentally caught sight of a little girl, who was about the same age as me, wearing a white dress that had turned yellow. shirt, a pair of bright eyes staring at a book in her hand, looking very fascinated. There is a middle-aged woman selling vegetables next to her, while shouting. When there are many people, she is too busy. , will call the little girl holding the book and read it. As soon as she calls, she will put down the book in her hand to help. Obviously, this is a mother and daughter.
She is holding the book and reading it. , but occasionally she would be called by her mother, and when everything was fine, she would go back to the bench and continue reading.
She can actually concentrate on reading in such a noisy and messy environment. If it were me, I would definitely be annoyed to death by the noisy sound, let alone reading. I thought about how when I usually do homework at home, as long as The sound of a TV playing a program came from the next room, and I would immediately be distracted. I would always think about my favorite cartoons, and I would find all kinds of excuses and reasons to watch them. But I really can't understand how she can read so intently in such a noisy environment like a vegetable market! Maybe she's already used to it. In any case, I admire her for being able to read in such an environment, and she is also able to help her mother do something, which makes me very touched.
At this time, my mother bought the groceries and came over. I told my mother what I had just seen. Mom said: "You have to learn from her. It's not easy for her to read in such a noisy environment. It shows that she is very at ease and will not be disturbed by other things. If you study like her, then your grades will be better." You will improve and your studies will progress." After listening to my mother's words, I nodded and agreed in my heart.
There is a thin man setting up a stall to buy vegetables on the street I walk every day. He used a bicycle to transport a cart full of greenery from the distant countryside to the city. The bright green covered with the morning breeze and the night dew seemed like a gift from nature to the city people.
On a day off, I went shopping for vegetables and picked out a bundle of three cabbages. When I paid, my mind was wandering, so I took it and left in a daze. When I arrived at the door, I realized that the bundle of cabbage in my hand was heavy. It turned out that there were five cabbages in it. I took the vegetables and folded them back, and said to him: "Sorry, I just took the wrong one." When I picked up my bundle of cabbages again, I saw the thin man's eyes flashing. .
Is he moved by my behavior?
From now on, he would leave a bunch of the best vegetables for me every day. Originally, I didn’t need to buy vegetables many times, but I was just moved by his sincerity, so I would buy his vegetables every time. It has been many days and we still haven't spoken a word. It seems that we already have a tacit understanding with each other, and we are both moved by the simplicity we once had.
When I told this story to my friends, it actually aroused ridicule; you are no longer young, why are you still so easily moved?
Oh, yes, being moved should be the preserve of the young. Being moved "makes us feel life in a vivid and powerful way"; being moved is a generous river that accepts life and the world. Let "individual life and the world achieve tacit understanding and communication."
Perhaps our world is really too old, with too much suffering and too many shocks, making people’s hearts like rocks on the coast, and the rocks turn into indifference. As a result, enthusiasm wanes, desolation reigns, and all human passions and creations gradually become desolate.
So will we still be moved?
Will children who are struggling to take the college entrance examination be moved by the cup of hot milk brought by their parents?
Will visitors be moved by the trees that have been covered with scars but are still strong and upright?
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If you can still be moved, your blood vessels have not hardened, and your nerves have not weakened;
If you can still be moved, it proves that you are still moved. While looking at the world, you can still know yourself...
If world boxing champion Tyson bites off the opponent's ear in a mania and apologizes heartbreakingly, the boxing world will no longer be exciting;
If the Joseon fairy tale carefully designed by Sanmao must be broken, then love will no longer be beautiful, because only those who are desperate for the world and those who are tired of life will not be moved - there is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart!
Learn to be moved. Those subtle touches are like the tentacles of the ivy pointing towards the sun. Every tremor is the transmission of life information. Moved by pursuit, moved by kindness, moved by beauty... The whole world will be moved and become young again!
My heart is like a bright mirror, but there are tiny dust in the wind
The bright moon is like water, I marvel at the floating clouds on the water
Those slight things
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It always keeps people awake at night
The flowers in front of the window have deep pupils
When the wind blows, the flower bones explode like sensitive arrows
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is the weight that is difficult to carry in my heart
The stars that are about to burn but still stop
are Move slowly
Walking in the streets and alleys, looking at strange people and unfamiliar house numbers passing by me, I always imagine their lives for no reason: is it happiness or pain? Satisfied or frustrated? I believe that everyone has a world, and they are the masters of their own world. They are in pain and happiness in a place that others cannot reach...
If you change yourself first, the other person will also change; When the mood changes, the mood will change; when the mood changes, the words will change; when the words change, the attitude will change; when the attitude changes, the habits will change; when the habits change, the luck will change; when there is luck, Change, and life will change...