I moved my uncle to write about 500 words.

Recently, too many touches have made us cry like rain. The most beautiful driver Wu Bin, the most beautiful teacher Zhang Lili, the most beautiful mother Wu Juping, and the most beautiful college student Xu Jianlong, their heroic deeds are fixed in the hearts of millions of people, and in my heart, the most beautiful person is the mechanic across the hall from my home.

He is deaf and dumb. Although I always pass by there after school every day, I have never really seen him.

It was an evening when the cold wind roared. My parents are not at home. I was watching TV after finishing my homework when I heard a quick knock at the door. I opened the door in a hurry. In the dim twilight, there stood an old man in dirty clothes, wearing a worn cotton hat on his head and oil stains on his hands and face. Look carefully, it's him. He gesticulated anxiously with his hand, and his mouth made a "ah-ah" sound. I can't figure out what he wants to say. The more I don't understand, the more anxious he is, and the louder his voice is. It's a little late, and my parents are not at home. I was really scared, so I waved to him and closed the door. Through the door, I heard him knocking at someone else's door again.

After a while, my parents came back. At dinner, my father suddenly remembered that his bike was broken at noon, so he pushed it to the garage across the hall for repair, and forgot to push it back after work. It suddenly occurred to me that he knocked at the door. Now I understand, he is looking for the owner from door to door! My father and I quickly put down our chopsticks, put on our coats and ran to the garage. I saw the mechanic still standing in the cold wind of winter night, rubbing his hands, stamping his feet, and his hands kept breathing. Standing next to him is the bike repaired by his father. Seeing this, my father hurried forward. By the light of the street lamp, the mechanic recognized my father as the owner, so he quietly took out the key from his pocket and handed it to my father. Dad excitedly held the mechanic's hand and gestured to him and said, "Thank you, thank you so much!" " Lock your car here. "The mechanic seems to understand his father's meaning. His frozen hands took out paper and pen from his pocket and wrote a few words on the paper: I'm afraid you will use the car at night. Seeing this, my eyes are moist. Thinking of him going door to door to find the owner, thinking of the owner who waited anxiously for a long time in the cold wind, his image in my heart suddenly became tall: he was no longer in rags, covered in oil, but kind and beautiful. Respect rises in my heart!

Touching is the dance of the soul, the dance of the soul, the shock of the heart, and the softest tremor of the heart. Touching is the inspiration for a better life. It is full of beauty and happiness, but also full of emotion and sympathy. If you don't touch it, the human soul will die without any vivid feeling or tremor. Touching is a bridge, a bridge leading to the deep heart; It is a ladder, a ladder to build a successful life; Touching is a sincere call, a sincere call to awaken people; Touching is the inner cry, the source of life and the end of life!

He is a mechanic and an ordinary person, but he has an extraordinary heart. He is not afraid of the cold, and touched everyone around him with his heart!