Touching stories in life

1. Time has no trace. When we look back suddenly and look through our hearts, there are always memories that leave deep traces in our lives and cannot be forgotten. Whenever we pick them up, There is always a long-lost impulse in my heart, which is touching.

In fact, in the long river of life, there is touching existence at every moment. The caring eyes of your parents and the haggard backs of your parents are a lifelong touch; a friend’s letter and a blessing message are a heart-warming touch; when you are thirsty, your colleague brings you a glass of water, which is a touch; when you are tired, your daughter Giving you a pat on the back is touching; watching a couple with white hair supporting each other towards the end of the road in the sunset is also touching...

Touching is everywhere. On the streets of Manhattan, New York, a little girl stood under a tree and refused to leave. It turned out that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural change.

However, in the rush of travel, most people are tempered by life and begin to become rough and indifferent. They are unwilling to stop and listen to the tones of the soul, let alone recall the touching things that bring to the soul. of comfort. For a while, I seemed to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. I am busy working and studying all day long, either sitting in front of the computer typing or sorting out information. A friend reminded me: Ye Zi, get away from the computer, take a break, and do some exercise! Simple words warmed my tired heart and melted my cold heart. When I encountered something unpleasant in life, I became irritable, depressed, and even couldn't help crying. Then my friend told me: Crying doesn't mean you are weak, it just relieves your inner unhappiness. Cry! At that moment, I was moved and moved by my friend's simple words. Then I began to change myself, and tried to care for others. Maybe it was just a look, maybe just a word, but others got happiness from me, warmth from me, and a touching smile in return. At that moment, I suddenly understood that happiness and care can be contagious to each other.

What is touching? Maybe a thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is. Because moving is not expressed with words, but with heart.

Perhaps, being moved is a cool breeze in summer, a warm sun in winter, a refreshing sweet spring, or a cup of fragrant hot tea... With being moved, our The mind begins to become bright, spacious, and pure.

To be moved is not simply to shed tears, not to feel sad superficially, but to be an inner feeling, the resonance of the soul between people. When you move others, you will also move yourself. So friends, when you feel lonely in your heart, please spare a little time to reflect on the touching moments that you can't forget again and again! At that moment, your spiritual home will be filled with beautiful flowers. And guide you forward.

2. The rapeseed flowers are yellow everywhere and the wheat seedlings are green everywhere. It is the best time for spring outing. After receiving countless calls from my parents, I finally made up my mind to go back to my hometown for a spring outing and visit my parents. My hometown is becoming more and more blurred in my memory. Except for the old people who stayed behind, almost all the other young adults in the small village went out to work. It was only lively for a few days during the Spring Festival. After staying at home for a few days, I stuffed my parents' concerns and local specialties from my hometown into big bags and small bags like a Japanese raider. After returning home with a full load, I once again persuaded my parents to sell their old house in the country and live in the city, but they were reluctant to leave the small village where they had lived for decades.

My parents rushed to carry large and small bags and insisted on sending me to the small station at the entrance of the village to wait for the bus. The small station no longer had the excitement and busyness of my childhood. It was said to be a small station, but in fact it was just a small station. Two old houses with red bricks and blue tiles stand alone on the roadside, like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life. One house is a small shop selling some snacks and groceries that rural people cannot live without. The waiting room.

My parents have been talking to me all the time, and they are all about working hard, respecting the leadership, having a good relationship with colleagues, and being more accommodating to my wife. How can a couple live together without some bumps in the road?

I listened to it over and over again, and the more I listened, the more annoyed I became, but I couldn't show it at all for fear of making them sad, so I had to listen patiently, while my eyes searched around the small station, trying to find where I left my childhood. The joy and laughter, but I was disappointed again. Those beautiful years can only be found in memory and bloom in dreams.

Aunt Six came to the small station when I was looking around for the shadow of my childhood. In my memory, Aunt Six's husband, Liu Gen, accidentally fell into the water and died while transporting green manure for the production team. At a young age, she never married again for fear of wronging her son, so she raised her son Liang Zi by herself. Thirty years passed by quietly like this, and Liangzi became the pride of his sixth aunt and our village. After graduating from college, he started working as a technician in the township. He has been going smoothly, marrying a wife and having children in the city, and now he is a resident of Linxian County. The top leader of a township. Because I was a small reporter in the newspaper office, and I was a fellow villager and alumnus, he invited me to drink several times, and I wrote several articles expressing my merit for him and published them in the city newspaper in return, so the two of us We have been playing well and calling each other brothers.

The big and small bags on Aunt Six's tricycle attracted me. Aunt Six told me with a smile, "Liang Zi is coming back today!" After saying that, I wiped the sweat on my head with my sleeve and asked Liang Zi. Now that you've come back, why are you bringing all the big and small bags here by tricycle? In my impression, Aunt Six's family lives at the eastern end of the village, seven or eight miles away from the small station.

"Liang Zi is too busy. I haven't seen him for three months and four days. He is so busy with work! I called back today and went to a nearby township to check on the work. I will come back and take a look. , I didn’t get home. I brought him the eggs, salted duck eggs, pickled vegetables he had loved since childhood, a few pots of soybean oil, and two quilts, which were warm with the new cotton from the ground last year. /p>

"I am satisfied just looking at him, but I wonder if he has lost weight? He is busy all day long!"

My heart was startled, and a warm current surged up in my heart. I feel so pitiful for the parents in the world.

Aunt Six continued talking, completely immersed in the joy of seeing her son soon. As she was talking, the phone in the store rang. Aunt Six walked over and asked the person who answered the phone. Did Zhang's father call Liang Zi? When he learned that it was not Liang Zi, he laughed first, "Look, look! He's back. Why am I in such a hurry!"

"I wonder if my grandson is taller? Alas! Children nowadays have so much homework! He is so small and carries such a heavy schoolbag. My grandson is naughty and playful. He is always beaten by his mother. How old is he? My child!”

The phone rang again, and Aunt Six returned to her tricycle in disappointment. My nose couldn't help but feel a little sore. I looked back at my parents who were busy sorting out my big and small bags. Only then did I realize that my parents were much older than when I came home during the Spring Festival. My mother had a lot more white hair on her head and waist. He also bowed harder.

The phone in the tuck shop rang again, but this time Aunt Six did not move. She just looked at Father Zhang expectantly. Father Zhang told Aunt Six that Secretary Liang would not be back today. There was someone in the village. An emergency meeting is about to be held. Aunt Six was stunned for a moment, muttering to herself with disappointment on her face, "It was agreed! It was agreed! Why did it change again? Alas! You can't help your mother when you grow up!"

The corners of my eyes are a little moist. Aunt Six pushed the tricycle with some difficulty on the familiar path. Her figure became farther and farther away in my blurred vision, but I clearly heard her sighs.

I quietly walked aside and dialed Liang Zi’s mobile phone, "Liang Zi! Your mother is looking forward to your coming home!"

"Oh! Forget it, you are always nagging me. You want me to go home and let her go to the city but she won't come..."

"But you promised your mother! She is talking about your return in front of the whole village." < /p>

"I said it casually, but she took it seriously. I really don't want to go back. What's the point of going back."

"I was singing and dancing with Director Huang of the Municipal Civilization Office at happy hour There's karaoke in the hall! Where are you?"

"You bastard!" I turned off my phone.

3. When turning the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up, and I was surprised to find that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it said "Cherish it, friend!" I don't remember if I had the urge to cry at that time, but it was just Now, there are already tear marks on the withered leaves. I remembered that there is another kind of mood in this world called touching.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is it because my heart has become indifferent, or is it that my heart is so filled with irrelevant things that there is no space?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we were not destined, but because there were two words missing in our lives - touching." Indeed, we As a result, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when we miss it and look back, do we realize that we have really lost a lot.

There are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer touching things in the world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that we are actually moved all the time and everywhere.

When we are tired from studying, our parents peel an apple for us, which is touching; when we are thirsty, our friends help us get a glass of water, which is touching; when we are depressed, we receive a word of comfort, which is touching; when we are happy, we feel touched. It is touching to have friends to share happiness with you; it is touching to receive a small blessing on an ordinary day, even if it is just a petal or a leaf...

People, how many ordinary blessings are received every day Things are touching! Perhaps it is sometimes their mundanity that makes us blind to them. There is a saying: "The reason why a person is moved is because he lives in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and there is affection in the world. Why should we let mediocrity blind our eyes and prevent us from feeling the feeling of being moved?

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is. Because moving is not expressed with words, but with heart.

Moving, like refreshing sweet spring. Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

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.

In fact, such a simple touch is all around us, but we never pay attention to it.

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