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Touched, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze makes our hearts pure and spacious.

Moving, like the heartbreaking white snow. Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When there are no moving footprints in this world, it will become a frozen world. Cold and ruthless.

Friends, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to carry this touching moment that will last a lifetime!

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This is an article about life insights. The article starts from a delicate point: a ginkgo leaf bookmark given to "me" by my classmate when I graduated has now become withered and yellow. Picking it up moved "me". As a result, the author sighed: We are often entangled by some insignificant things, but it seems that we have been left out of touch and become indifferent and numb. In fact, "I am moved all the time and everywhere." After listing many examples that moved us, the article turned around and raised the question "What is moving?" and answered it from the front with a set of parallel sentences at the end of the article. Looking at the full text, the context is clear, the connection is tight, the language is smooth, and the connotation is profound.

Snowy days, there is such a story

Jiangsu Li Xia

Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying like goose feathers.

In the early morning, I was walking on the street with nothing to do and felt very cold.

The day before yesterday, the city issued an order: All advertisements, leaflets, etc. posted in any corner must be cleared away. For this reason, all the cleaners in the city were mobilized to begin a comprehensive cleaning of this already beautiful city.

I looked at the heavy snow flying in the sky, and watched a group of cleaners busy.

Inadvertently, I found a few leaflets and other papers pasted on a smooth wall opposite, where an old female cleaner was carefully tearing off the papers. It seemed that those papers were difficult to tear off. The female cleaner brushed the papers with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tore them off with her hands.

I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of the cold, and there is fire in her heart.

She was very serious and cleared several pieces of paper in succession.

She walked to another one.

However, I saw that when her right hand was raised, it stopped in the air, seemingly frozen. He saw her move closer to the wall. Then, I saw her shake her head slightly.

What's wrong? What happened? I wonder.

She looked at it intently for a while, then slowly left the paper without clearing it.

Why not clear it? Did she forget the city's rules? A series of questions floated in my mind.

Well, I'll go over and see what happens, I think.

I was about to start when I saw another thin female cleaner approaching the piece of paper. Her behavior was exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: she raised her right hand and froze it in the air; she shook her head slightly; she looked at it intently for a while, and then slowly left.

I became even more confused and determined to take a look.

Cross the road and come to the wall. What caught my eye was a missing person notice. It said: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old...

My doubts were cleared, and I finally understood everything.

Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold...

Brief comment: This story in the snow is very touching, and it tells the true story of human love. good. The story happens to ordinary people, which makes people feel the value of true love. The article is well organized and the suspense is cleverly set up. It can be seen that the author is good at planning the layout of the article.

The language is simple and subtle, such as "There is fire in her heart" and "I don't feel cold anymore" are very flavorful and worth savoring.

The Girl Who Longs for Sickness

Jiangsu Liu Jin

If I told you that there are people who are so eager to get sick and get seriously ill in a big way, would you believe it?

This is a story I heard from a friend. Maybe it is a fabrication, maybe it is too exaggerated, but I believe this story, and more importantly, I am moved by it.

A girl lives in a broken family. Her parents divorced early, and she followed her father. After her father remarried, she started a new life with her father and stepmother. The stepmother was not a mean woman, nor did she treat her badly, just indifferent - a complete indifference. In the girl's words: I really hope she can scold me, even if it's a bit harsher. The young son brought by his stepmother naturally received extra care from his mother, and received all the love and laughter from his father. From then on, the girl became taciturn. Her introverted and reserved personality narrowed her circle of friends, and she was troubled by inexplicable low self-esteem and depression.

A lonely girl struggled in an indifferent environment. All this seemed to wrap her up like a thick fog, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter how she ran away.

An unexpected illness brought the warmth she had longed for for a long time back to her. That time she was ill, and her father felt sorry for her and took leave to stay with her at home. Her stepmother also changed her past indifference and bought medicine and cooked food for her. Her naughty brother also became much more well-behaved. During such an illness, the girl experienced the attention she longed for all day long. She became the focus, the center and the main axis.

Later, she learned a trick: constantly increasing the chance of getting sick. Serious or not serious, as long as it is not a fatal disease, she is willing to do it!

This is a girl’s desire! A lonely and helpless girl can only adopt this self-abuse method to realize her ideal - longing to be loved. A person who prays to stay with her on the sickbed all day long, but there is a clear emotion in her heart.

Unexpectedly, this girl took all this to the extreme. Once, she wanted to break her leg so that she could lie in bed and enjoy the warmth of being loved for a few months; but this time, she failed to grasp the scale of injury and lost her left leg forever. She has been in a wheelchair her whole life.

She is in a wheelchair. Maybe this time she will be noticed all the time and no indifference will attack her again.

Is she thinking: As long as she is willing to sacrifice her life to be loved, what does one leg mean?

Will she sit quietly in the wheelchair with a smile on her face?