What is the most touching story you have ever heard or experienced?

Have you ever heard of the land god salt?

When I was a child, I always surrounded myself with adults and listened to their nonsense. Adults are not talking about common sense of life, but also about what they have experienced. Now I will tell you a touching story about my fourth uncle selling salt.

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, the weather is particularly cold, windy and rainy, and the ears and fingers are sour and itchy with cold. In that era of lack of clothes and food, there was a big iron pot burning wood in the middle of my small hall. I am surrounded by young people and old people sitting in my big house. For us children, we all like to take the winter department home and put it in the ashes of the fire. The red system baked in this way is sweet and fragrant, especially delicious.

Everyone has nothing to do in such cold weather. You can only talk big around the fire.

That day, my fourth uncle, with his thick veteran, held a 60 cm long hookah. While smoking a pipe, he talked about his work as a salt dealer and porter when he was young.

He will go from our mountainous area to the seaside saltworks to load salt, and it will take three days and two nights at a time. He set out from home, went to a land temple on the way, spent the night, and went to the saltworks to load salt the next day. He said that the salt in the saltworks was reasonable at that time, and there were only five grandchildren; But it's funny to think about it now. Is five grandchildren still appropriate? But at that time, whether our land circulation was smooth or not depended on the amount of money. How much is this five dollars? I didn't figure it out on the way back from loading salt in the saltworks, but I stayed at the Earth Temple for one night. Bring a straw mat in hot weather and a small quilt in cold weather. Every time I come back, I will pack a catty of salt in front of the landlord to thank him for his care. Next time, he saw salt again. He thought that Tugong really needed salt, so he put a catty of everything. It took a long time to get into the habit. But the money is well spent.

Many years later, when I returned to the Earth Temple that night, an old man came to Shidi Temple. The old man told him that when the benefactor came, he was willing to pay for the salt put by the benefactor. The old man invited Sigong to his home. The old man's home is not far from the stone embankment. When he got home, he killed the chicken and drank wine. At dinner, I saw five people in his family, an old man and his wife, a son and a daughter-in-law, and a grandson.

Eating and singing, the old man married a family. He said that more than a decade ago, because the family was mixed up by bandits, there was nothing left and there was no money to buy salt. At that time, a family of three had edema. It's all about salt. What a good benefactor! The salt on the land saved us. Sigong realized that he was dragged home for no reason.

The old man went on to say that after their home was restored, they rented a few acres of land from relatives in the village, and then relatives married their daughters to my son and gave money to build five new houses. I had a grandson on my head last year. Now there are many benefactors who give salt to the earth temple. I am still eating your salt. I've wanted to find you a date for a long time, but I haven't raised enough. Now I have it, so I invite the benefactor to thank me. The next morning, the old man gave Sigong thirty taels of silver. I didn't want it, but the old man insisted that he take it.

After Sigong came back with the money, he stopped transporting salt, married a wife and lived a comfortable life. But in ancient times, there were few men and women who were rich and groups of men and women who were poor. Sigong must get married, but he has no children. I have to take care of my family. When they died, my family took care of them and gave them filial piety. Every time they go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, they burn a lot of paper money and kowtow for his two graves. This is also gratitude.

This is the true story I experienced when I just graduated.

The family is very poor and has no mother since childhood. Father is lazy, only guarding a few acres of land, and rarely goes out to work to make money. My sister and I left school early to work. At first, we worked in a factory. Later, I felt that the factory didn't find space, so I resigned and went to the city alone.

From the day I went to work, my sister and I only had 200 yuan left, and we sent thousands of dollars to my father every month. We really saved money, and our friends don't understand why we are so frugal and mean to ourselves.

Because there was no income from leaving the job, I left last month's salary in case it was unnecessary, but my dad didn't care. He scolded me for changing my job and not sending money then. At that time, I was only 20 years old and he was only 40 years old, so he didn't go out to make money, just reached out and asked his children for money. Kidnapping us morally with filial piety. I was pushed by him, leaving only 600 yuan, and the rest was sent to him.

When you are looking for a job, you are just looking for something to finish. But it is not easy to find a good job only by junior high school education. I deeply feel the cruelty of society.

Gradually, I ran out of money, so I went to the sales company to sell toiletries and a few dollars' commission for a bottle of shampoo. I climb stairs with my bag on my back to find potential customers, and I am often turned away.

One day, it rained heavily. I didn't bring an umbrella and I was soaked to the skin. I climbed to the roof and knocked on the door. An old man stood in front of me, looking at me soaked to the skin and listening to my lips shaking purple. At this moment, a young man suddenly came over, took the goods from the old man, threw them to me and waved me away. He said these things were cheap and not easy to use. The old man glared at the young man. I said thank you, hurried downstairs and rushed into the rain, tears wet my eyes. I feel the love of strangers. The old man may not need those things, but he feels sorry for me because I was wet by the rain.

Although after so many years, I will never forget the kind eyes and heartache eyes of the old man. Maybe the old man will think, whose child is this, still struggling for a living in the rainy evening? Even if all the toiletries in that bag are sold, it's just a meal. ...

Grandpa, thank you for warming my life in my most difficult time.

Ian cher

Hello, many, many years ago, I heard such a story: on a rainy day, a girl in love helped a boy cross the street to deliver letters, but she was hit by a car and lost her life. There is only one sentence in the boy's letter: Mom, I'm going to marry KINOMOTO SAKURA next month. KINOMOTO SAKURA is the girl who helped him cross the street to post the letter.

Decades have passed, and I always remember this story, sad and moved, moved and sad.

Later, I found this article, which is a short story named Butterfly Forever by Taiwan Province writer Chen Qiyou. The original text is like this-

"It was raining, the asphalt pavement was cold and wet, and the green, yellow and red lights were flashing. We sheltered from the rain under the arcade and watched the green mailbox stand alone across the street. There is a letter in the big pocket of my white windbreaker to send to my mother in the south. KINOMOTO SAKURA said that she could post the letter for me with an umbrella. I nodded silently.

"Who told us to bring only a small umbrella?" She said with a smile, holding up an umbrella and preparing to cross the road to post the letter for me. Raindrops oozed from her umbrella ribs and splashed on my glasses.

With a top-notch brake sound, Ruth's life flew gently. Slowly, it landed on the wet and cold street, like a butterfly at night.

Although it is spring, it seems that autumn is already deep.

She just crossed the street to post my letter. I will never forget this simple action. I slowly opened my eyes and stood under the arcade blankly, with tears in my eyes. All the cars in the world stopped and people flocked to the middle of the road. No one knows it's me lying on the street, butterfly. At this point, she is only five meters away from me, but it is so far away. Bigger raindrops splashed on my glasses and into my life.

Why? Take only one umbrella?

However, I saw KINOMOTO SAKURA wearing a white trench coat and holding an umbrella, crossing the road quietly. She will post the letter for me. That's, that's a letter to the southern mother. I stood at a loss under the arcade, and I saw the cherry forever walking into the street. In fact, it didn't rain much, but it was the biggest rain in my life. That letter was written like this. Does KINOMOTO SAKURA know?

Mom: I'm going to marry KINOMOTO SAKURA next month. "

Although the article is short, it is touching, and the author's superb performing arts deeply touched the hearts of every reader. The article hides the sigh of helplessness in life and contains profound thinking, which is a classic.

You can read it.

Taiwan Province writer Chen Qiyou

The most touching story: my father married my mother and then had me.

I read it with a heavy heart and was deeply moved by his unpretentious words.

When he knew that his life was only the last hundred days, he looked at the approaching death by writing, calmly expressed his feelings of life and death, and made millions of readers in Qian Qian feel the shock of their hearts.

I was moved by his strength and even more shocked by his calmness in the face of death. He has an appointment with death, but his words are not black, and he is always full of calmness, wisdom and sentiment.

In the 1960s, there was a young woman in a neighboring village who got pregnant before marriage and secretly gave birth to a daughter.

At that time, it was a very serious matter. If the village knows about it, it may be criticized. Even without criticism, family members may never hold their heads up. For the safety of the whole family, the young parents kept their children from their daughters and gave them to a couple in our village overnight. The couple have been married for many years and have never had children. In order to carry on the family line, they wanted to adopt a child, but they never did. Now, someone has delivered the door, and I can't help but be overjoyed. In order not to leave sequelae, the two sides agreed to keep it secret, and no one could reveal who the child's mother was.

Adoptive parents regard their children as the apple of their eye, which is recognized by the whole village. At that time, when it comes to whose parents are kind to their children, the first one will definitely think of their home. In this way, children grow up under the care of their parents.

At a rebellious age, it is emotionally unacceptable for children to learn from others that they are adopted. His character soon changed from a good girl to a rebellious girl, first disowning his parents and then running away from home.

At that time, my parents were old and had white hair on their temples. After this ordeal, they were very ill. At this time, the child ran away from home and there was no news.

The condition improved slightly, and the two raised enough funds and embarked on the road of finding women. For several years, as long as I hear some news, I will look for it, but I have never found my daughter. Mother was blinded by the fire, lying in bed crying and dying. At this time, the daughter appeared holding her daughter. Seeing my mother like this, I knelt on the kang and cried for her forgiveness.

It turned out that when her parents looked for her, every time she went to see her parents, she always deliberately avoided seeing them. Later, I had a boyfriend and a child outside, suddenly realized that it was not easy for my biological mother, and I was more grateful to my adoptive parents, so I found a chance to come back. Just got off the boat, and the last time turned out to be forever.

After seeing off his mother, his father led her to his mother and recognized her. Soon, the adoptive father also died.

After seeing off her adoptive father, she took her mother home and lived with her.

Every evening, people can often see a woman leading an old woman on a path, beside her, chasing a little girl. The days passed day by day.

Later, she occasionally rummaged through the things left by her adoptive father and found that her adoptive parents had been secretly subsidizing her mother for many years, but her mother always thought it was given by her relatives.

Among the things left by the adoptive parents, there is also a small notebook, which clearly records the situation that the adoptive parents prepared wedding supplies for her.

Later, she held a formal wedding with what her adoptive parents prepared for her, and she also had a formal birthright.

I want to tell a true story, which is close to us-

Concerned poor families:

20 16 the family conditions of rural Liang in Guangxi are very difficult. Her father was unable to do heavy work because of his long illness, which was undoubtedly a major blow to the peasant family who lived by himself.

So Liang's mother shouldered the heavy responsibility of taking care of the family, while her younger brothers and sisters were also studying, and the family was very tight financially and materially.

However, the government poverty alleviation workers soon noticed the difficult situation of their family. With the help of the government, Xiao Xia's family was rated as a poverty-stricken household with a card.

With the help of the government's poverty alleviation work, the situation of their family has been improved, and the girl from the countryside has learned more about loving the motherland.

Resolutely fight the epidemic to the front:

In February 2020, the virus was pervasive and the number of confirmed cases surged. Liang, a 27-year-old nurse, decided to write down the gauntlet after learning that the medical system in Wuhan was understaffed.

Nurse Liang said that she would go to the most dangerous anti-epidemic frontline to support the anti-epidemic frontline work, join the medical team in Guangxi to aid Hubei, and go to Wuhan to "help" with everyone.

On February 2 1 day, Nurse Liang went to Hubei with the medical team to support the epidemic prevention and control work, and worked in wuhan union hospital according to the unified arrangement of the state.

Unexpectedly, just seven days later, on the 28th, unfortunately happened-

At 9: 30 am on February 28th, nurse Liang suddenly fainted from overwork after leaving the isolation ward. Five or six minutes later, the aunt who was swept the floor found that after the on-site rescue by medical staff, her spontaneous heartbeat and breathing recovered.

As of today, it is April, and nurse Liang is still in a coma.

Countless netizens believe that this "post-90 s" girl who volunteered to participate in the anti-epidemic has taken care of us safely, but she is tired and tired, and can't help but burst into tears. How can she not make people feel distressed?

In the spring of April, the spring flowers of the motherland are blooming, and we are all waiting for a miracle, waiting for nurse Xiao Xia to wake up!

Thank you for asking this question.

I am the creator of the story field, and the following is my answer.

Santa Claus is at home

one

"That's great! Christmas is finally here! Now, I can receive the gift! "

Xiaojie thought, with a happy smile on his face. Although he knew that he had never received a gift since his parents went to work far away.

However, he still expects the old man with white beard painted in the textbook to bring him miracles.

"Little hero, little hero! Go to the mountain to cut some grass and feed the sheep at home! " Grandpa's voice came from the room.

"Ok, Grandpa, I'll go right away!" After that, Xiaojie put down his textbook, walked into the yard, picked up his sickle and basket, and set off for the back hill.

Walking on the road, Xiaojie remembered the old man with white beard in the book again. Will he come to his house tonight?

The thought of this makes Xiaojie feel a little sad. My house is so shabby, and my parents moved away for this reason. Like this old man in the book, how could he want to come?

Xiaojie waved a sickle and aimed at the withered weeds, as if to cut off his sorrow. However, as soon as the weeds were entangled in the sickle, Xiaojie suddenly felt sad.

two

"Go to the door and have a look. Why hasn't the child come back after going out for so long? " Grandpa asked grandma who was cooking.

"It's okay. The child may want to mow more grass today. "

Grandpa stopped talking. It suddenly occurred to me that my son just called himself a few days ago and said that he would not come back this Spring Festival. So, my grandchildren haven't seen their parents for two years.

"Ding ..." Grandpa's cell phone rang.

"Hey, dad, I forgot to tell you. I bought you a new mobile phone, which is smart and can make video calls. Don't forget to show it to Xiaojie as a Christmas present for him! "

Christmas present? Grandpa is a little confused. He knows about gifts, but what is this Christmas?

Grandpa is a little embarrassed to ask grandma. He came to his grandson's room and saw his book open with an old man with a white beard painted on it.

Grandpa looked at it for a while and suddenly realized that this is Santa Claus. He touched his white beard and giggled.

three

It's getting dark

Xiaojie looked at the moonlight shining through the window and thought of his parents again. They must be thinking about themselves, he thought.

Go to sleep. Xiaojie tried to tell himself. However, he can't do it.

He still can't forget what happened during the day. Although he had no hope of Santa Claus coming, he hung his socks at the end of the bed.

If I can meet my parents, they will definitely buy gifts for themselves.

What gift is it? Xiaojie thought. Finally, he thinks that being with his parents is the gift he wants most.

Thinking, Xiaojie slowly fell asleep.

When Xiaojie got up and put on his socks, he suddenly felt that his socks were much heavier. He emptied the contents, which turned out to be a smart phone.

Xiaojie smiled happily.

At this moment, he saw Grandpa White Beard giggling at himself at the door.

There is a pub called "No Closing Tavern" on Dongba Middle Road. The owner of the pub is Xing Xiaomei. She is 30 years old with long hair and short sleeves. Her face is like Chu Qing after the rain, and her legs are like a long river setting sun.

30 years old, if nothing unexpected, is the most mature and attractive age in a woman's life. She can charm a small piece of fresh meat and conquer a group of old people in the world.

A 30-year-old woman, if nothing happens, will have the innocence of a girl and the warmth of a mother.

Xing Xiaomei likes to laugh and is good at it. Her smile is unique. You can hear the voice in her smile, which can make you hope to borrow from heaven for another 500 years.

Xing Xiaomei likes to sit on the threshold of the pub with a pot of wine every day, laughing like a flower while drinking, and her long hair falls all over the floor.

A drinker came over and said, can I pick flowers?

Ok, Xiaomei: What kind of flowers do you want to grow? I have hoes and seeds here.

Wine drinker: Not planting flowers, but picking them.

Xing Xiaomei: You have never planted flowers. Where did you pick them?

Wine drinker: Then I'll pick flowers. Do you want it or not?

Ok Xiaomei said with a smile, that depends on whether you dare.

The drinker looked at Xiaomei's flowery smile and suddenly faded.

It seems that no one in this world can pick Xiaomei's smiling flower except Hua Tianbao, because this flower was planted by Hua Tianbao.

People who drink in pubs, whether men or women, will inevitably start fighting.

what are you reading?

So what?

At this time, Xing Xiaomei often smiled and walked to the front of the two people who started work. Raise your hand with a smile is two slaps, and open the bow left and right.

Both hands will suddenly be confused and want to scold a few words or start work, but when they look at Xiaomei's smile, they all fade.

All right, Xiaomei fills up the wine and asks, why?

Two people: quit, quit.

Ok, Xiaomei: I mean cheers.

So I shook hands and made peace.

Once, I met a son of a bitch who was decent and miserable, so I ran to call a group of people. The eldest brother is covered in tendons, with an orange cat tattooed on his chest, and the words "big orange is the most important" are written below.

Asshole pointed to Xiaomei and said, this woman.

Eldest brother glanced at Xiaomei, smiling, and turned and ran.

Confused, the bastard chased him up and asked, Big Brother, what's the matter? No more peeling?

Big brother: cut it if you buy insurance! ?

Big brother's name is Hua Tianbao. Long time no see, Xiaomei.

10 years ago, Hua Tianbao worked in the insurance industry. Xing Xiaomei and Hua Tianbao were in the same insurance company at that time. She worked as a window customer service.

The two are fellow villagers and hit it off at first sight. Every once in a while, Xiaomei goes to Huatianbao to ask questions.

Xing Xiaomei: Brother Bao, why do we have to practice smiling every day and have eight teeth?

Hua Tianbao rolled up his cuffs: Who asked you to pull out your teeth? Long skill, I will settle accounts with you!

Xing Xiaomei stamped her foot and opened her mouth slightly, revealing two rows of neat teeth: an eight-tooth smile.

Hua Tianbao: Can't you pronounce it more accurately? I tell you, you girls should be good at laughing in front of customers, especially in the line of window customer service.

Ok, Xiaomei: What makes you laugh?

Hua Tianbao: Let's put it this way, if you smile gaudy and charming, customers will think you are dissolute; If you laugh and be very happy, customers will think you are presumptuous; If you don't grin, customers will think you are lofty; If you don't smile, customers will think you are too cold and inaccessible; If you don't know whether to laugh or not, customers will think you are not interested. ...

Ok, Xiaomei: Then why are you laughing?

Hua Tianbao: You are very lucky to meet my brother. I'm telling you, real laughter is not practiced!

Xing Xiaomei: It's not from practice. Where did it come from?

Hua Tianbao: I planted it.

Ok, Xiaomei: Ah, planted?

Hua Tianbao: Let me ask you, Tang Dynasty, Song Dynasty, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. Which poem is the best?

Xing Xiaomei: The Tang Dynasty, of course.

Hua Tianbao: Do you know why?

Ok, Xiaomei: I don't know.

Hua Tianbao: When Tang poetry grows, it grows naturally, just like growing food. When spring comes, leaves naturally grow on the branches. Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, that poem was written, and today's poem is invented.

Ok, Xiaomei: Then how can I laugh?

Hua Tianbao: It's very simple, the first step, a crucial step.

Ok, Xiaomei: What is it?

Hua Tianbao: Give me a kiss.

When a woman in love smiles, the smile is just right.

No one knows how Hua Tianbao gave Xiao Mei a smile. After two people together, Xiao Mei smiled. From then on, it was the age of innocence. Coupled with the professional training of Xiao Mei Company, Xiao Mei has become the most beautiful person with a smile in the window customer service one year later. How many customers feel comfortable and carefree in Xiao Mei's smile.

Xiaomei smiles, and it's ten years since she left.

In ten years, Xing Xiaomei changed from customer service at the insurance window to the owner of a pub.

Five years ago, the day when Xing Xiaomei and Hua Tianbao separated.

Hua Tianbao said: Don't cry, focus on the overall situation.

That was the last time Xing Xiaomei cried. Xiaomei gave Hua Tianbao an orange cat when she cried.

Ok Xiaomei: Big oranges are the most important.

Later, the orange cat ran away. Hua Tianbao took the photo of the orange cat to the tattoo shop and asked the master to tattoo the appearance of the orange cat on his chest and write the words "Big orange is the most important".

Looking at Hua Tianbao gone, Xing Xiaomei turned and picked up a big orange cat raised in the pub. She smiled and said to the big orange cat, Hua Tianbao, why are you so fat? Every day you know that eating and sleeping is not important at all.

The big orange cat meowed and stretched herself.

There are many drinkers with orange cat tattoos in the pub, and they all know the rules.

Xing Xiaomei sat at the door of the pub, drinking wine, staring blankly, laughing like a flower, and her long black hair fell all over the floor.

She thought, that man, when will you pick the flowers you planted?