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A story that will definitely make you cry after reading it_Super touching and tear-jerking story (2)

Story 4 that will definitely make you cry after reading it: Snow is the unshed tears

When I opened the window, I couldn’t help but shiver at the cold air that hit my face, and the velvety snowflakes drifted in. Inside the house, the world outside was covered with snow, and a snowflake fell into the palm of my hand. It was ice-cold and cool, and melted into little drops of water. The world is frozen, but memories are awakening.

On a similar snowy day when I was a child, I was sitting in my mother’s arms and said, “Mom, look, it’s snowing so heavily, it’s so beautiful.” My mother just smiled and touched my forehead and said, "Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time..."

Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl in a remote town. Girl, the neighbors in the small town are as close as one family. They don’t close their doors at night, it’s quiet and peaceful. But a heavy snow broke all the peace and hope.

The temperature dropped sharply and it snowed heavily for three days and nights without stopping. It has never snowed in the town, and the weather is good almost every year. The unseasonable snow has caused the crops to fail, and young and strong men have turned into bandits. All the food in the town has been robbed, and there are people everywhere along the streets. Begging people.

The boy was the only one who did not rob. He went begging like the others, even though he knew there would be no results. The places where people could dig through the snow to find something to eat had long since been robbed. People in the town who didn't want to leave had melted into the snow, and those who could leave had already gone to join their relatives.

Before the girl left, her mother fell ill and was dying of hunger for several days. The boy hurriedly walked into the girl's small house: "Look, I found something to eat. I found something to eat." There were still unmelted snowflakes on his messy hair, the soles of his feet were red from the cold, and his only cotton shoes were replaced. The food was given to the girl's mother, but the frostbite on her hands had burst and pus leaked, and the so-called food was only a few unwashed roots of Stretchwort.

The girl happily took the grass root, lowered her head, sighed deeply, and then turned to her mother with a smile: "Mom, look, we have found something to eat, please eat quickly. Let's go!" There were tears in the corners of my mother's eyes. She stretched out her arm like a dead branch, slowly took out a piece of grass, put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully. Tears slipped down her cheeks inadvertently: "It's delicious, you guys should eat it too. Hurry up and eat too!"

The girl's smile suddenly stiffened and she swallowed: "Well, we, we have already eaten, so you can rest assured that there are many more in that place. Yes, let’s go dig some more and bring them back.” The boy echoed, “That’s right, let’s go dig some more and bring them back.” With that said, the boy and the girl walked out of the room. No matter how she called her, she never looked back.

The snow is still falling, thin and dense, very quiet, and very cold. The boy held the girl's hand and hesitated to speak. He no longer had the energy to leave. After a few days, he only found a few grasses. "I'm sorry, I, I'm so selfish. All your food was given to my mother." "It's okay. You see, I'm so young and strong. I can still be hungry for a few days. After my grandma passed away last year, I stayed with you for food and accommodation." "Family, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive now. But you, I gave it to your mother, what are you going to eat?"

"I, I can find something to eat by myself." Ah!" Upon hearing this, the young man suddenly became angry: "No, you are not allowed to go, you just stay at home, I will find you food, and you just wait obediently, believe me." The girl was a little surprised. But he nodded and agreed.

The boy was gone, and he would never forget that the food he found was taken away by others, and that he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he lay on the ground unable to move for a long time. The snow is still falling, fine and dense, but the air is getting colder.

A few days later, the boy came back, holding a bowl of rice in his hand. No one could recognize his appearance, and there was no one in the town. He returned to the girl's hut. The girl was sitting outside the house, staring blankly at the entrance of the village. However, she did not get up to greet the boy, she just stared blankly. "Where's mom?" the boy asked with difficulty. "Mom? Mom is in the sky!" The girl pointed to the sky with a silly smile. The girl's feet were covered with snowflakes, but the boy was no longer able to carry her into the house. The boy put the rice into the girl's hand, and the snow fell into the bowl, melting into his heart, soft and warm. The girl smiled and rested her head on the boy's shoulder, closing her eyes quietly. The snow is still falling, thin and dense, but soft and warm.

Story 5 that will definitely make you cry after reading it: The old lady who picked up rubbish

Today, I met the old lady who picked up rubbish in the community again, by the bus stop on the street. , she was still bending her waist that could no longer be bent, pulling her heavy frame truck, stopping from time to time to look through the trash cans, looking for garbage that could be recycled. Her short white hair was fluttering in the wind, looking More vicissitudes of life and sadness?

I haven’t seen the old lady for several days. I was still wondering: Could she be sick, or go to her daughter’s house, or? But she finally appeared, and she was still the same. That old look makes me feel much calmer?

The old lady is about seventy years old, she looks more like she is in her eighties, her waist can't be bent any more, and her hair can't be any whiter. . She is the wife of an employee in the Provincial Military Region and has lived in Qinghai all her life. She is not from Qinghai, but her face is plateau red. Because I don’t like to pry into other people’s secrets, I don’t know any more information about her, or even her name, but I know that she has been doing the same job? Picking up trash. It’s unknown when she started picking them up, but many people say she’s been picking them up forever. As a family member of an ordinary employee, she did not have much education and did not have a formal job, but she still had to take care of the housework and take care of the children, so she had to find something to do. Everything is difficult, but picking up garbage is not difficult. This does not require a high diploma or a smart mind. As long as you are not afraid of embarrassment, as long as you are not afraid of hard work, and as long as you are not afraid of getting dirty, you are completely competent. Even in the eyes of villagers, this is the dirtiest and most despicable job, no different from being a beggar. Therefore, although picking up garbage is very profitable, not many people are willing to do it. But she did it, and she did it for decades. She used the money collected from garbage collection to buy a house, and she used the money collected from garbage collection to support her daughter in going to college and finishing graduate school. Now that she is old, she still does the job that allows her to make a living.

I have never seen a photo of the old lady, let alone what she looked like when she was young, but I think she must have been radiant when she was young, because I have seen her daughter.

In the army, I am responsible for managing the property of the community. There will definitely be some conflicts between property management and garbage collection. Not for anything else, just for safety and health. The old lady lived on multiple floors and was allocated a basement. The garbage she picked up could not be disposed of on the same day, so it could only be piled in the basement. When the basement was full, it was piled in the corridor. She kept repeating this task and transporting the garbage every day. Going in, the entire first-floor basement was filled with garbage and a pungent stench was everywhere. The residents complained over and over again, and the community management also advised her over and over again, but she still went her own way.

I couldn't let the property management of the community get out of control just because I was taking care of her business, so I issued a ruthless order: let the cleaners throw out all the garbage and clean it up. The old lady must be extremely dissatisfied with what I did, but she is a very honest person and did not argue or even meet me. Maybe she cried secretly at home with the door closed after finding out, or maybe she hid in a deserted corner and cursed me loudly. But I can't care too much. Everyone has to protect their own interests and seek their own positions. I also have to protect my interests. Being ruthless to her is the same as being affectionate to most residents! But her daughter happened to come back. After hearing about this incident, I quit my job. I went to the property management office to make a fuss and had a very tyrannical attitude. The property management office had no choice but to solve the problem in person.

In winter, the sun is very mild and there is not much chill. In the courtyard of the community, I met her daughter, a beautiful girl who was dressed in a fashionable and elegant style. She was very angry when we met her and asked me why I bullied her mother? I knew that she was a high-level intellectual, and I also I didn't want to quarrel with her, I just smiled and asked a few questions: Do you know how old your mother is? Do you know what your mother's physical condition is like, and can you continue to run around like this? Since you are already working, you have the ability. You have supported your mother, why do you want the old man to suffer this? Since you love your mother, why do you want your mother who has worked hard all her life to be ridiculed and have no peace in her old age? Her daughter is no longer as domineering as she was at the beginning. Maybe it’s because I feel like I’m in the wrong, or maybe it’s because of a guilty conscience. She said that she actually didn't want her mother to pick up garbage, and she had tried to persuade her many times, but her mother just wouldn't listen. Maybe she had formed a habit and couldn't change it even if she wanted to.

I am speechless. This is indeed an unquestionable reason, just like my old father who was frugal all his life and bought piles of new clothes for you, he still liked to walk on the street wearing shabby clothes without feeling any shame.

Her daughter and I did not quarrel. I only asked her to persuade her mother to stop picking up garbage from the perspective of protecting the elderly. But if you really don’t pick it up, what will happen to the old lady? Just like an alcoholic who feels itchy when he smells the smell of alcohol, once an old man who is used to working has no work to do and gives up his original job, he may just lie on the window all day long. Looking at the leaves one by one outside the window, maybe I can just walk around in the small courtyard, boredly passing away the remaining life. But will she turn around with peace of mind? Perhaps before she even takes a step forward, her eyes are fixed on those drink bottles, paper boxes, etc.

This is also true. After talking to her daughter, the old lady was indeed quiet for a few days. But soon I saw her stooped figure again, and saw her familiar bicycle. I had no choice but to set a rule for the old lady: the garbage placed in the underground passage must be arranged neatly, garbage with peculiar smell must not be stored, and the garbage must be cleaned up in time. The old lady agreed. In addition to arranging for people to check for safety hazards from time to time to prevent fires, we will no longer do forced cleaning. The system is dead, but people are alive. Don't look at the face of Buddha but the face of human beings. I can't use force to destroy a pitiful old lady's job, even though she no longer needs to use this job to maintain her life. But I know very well that this is her spiritual breadwinner. Once it is forcibly broken, her spiritual world will collapse and her waist may bend even lower.

So, the old lady finally boldly continued to pick up her garbage. Her trash picking is not limited to Lanqing Community. She also targets trash cans in other communities and streets outside. Every day at dawn, the old lady pulled the cart and set off against the cold morning. Nowadays, picking up garbage is also a good business. Not only the garbage pickers outside, but also some family members in the community who come from rural areas and are accustomed to living a tight life, as well as the cleaners who clean the house, occasionally do this to make a living. But they would secretly dig through the trash can and quickly put anything valuable into their handbags. They didn't dare to make a living, for fear that others would laugh at them and for fear of losing the face of their relatives. Even her wife would only occasionally help the old lady sort out the trash. Most of the time, the old lady would be alone, pushing the trolley tremblingly, walking from this trash can to that trash can, and from this corner to this corner. In that corner, I stretched out my calloused hands, picked up pieces of paper and drink bottles, threw them into fiber bags, put them in the car, and left with satisfaction?

Only with love can there be care. , Only when you have concern can you have motivation. Life is always full of helplessness, and there are too many things that cannot be let go. Who has never wanted to live a life for yourself in a carefree and unrestrained way, but in the end, too much love and too much care have burdened yourself throughout your life. The same goes for the old lady. For her beloved home, for her lovely daughter, for her beloved grandson, for everything, everything has become her eternal concern and the dream in her dream. Maybe she no longer needs to work so hard. , but she always has a belief: for the people she loves, give as much as you can! And how can we not?

Sitting by the window in the dead of night, I think about that persistent old man My wife sleeps soundly! Because of love, she is calm; because of love, she is very fulfilled; because of love, she is also very tired?

Tomorrow, she will still bend over and pull the heavy frame truck, Going to one garbage bin after another, repeating her familiar actions. Just like my father who worked hard all his life, still wearing his tattered clothes and walking to the fields with a shovel, even if it is already winter?