Touching deeds in life

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

In fact, in the long river of life, there are feelings all the time. Parents' worried eyes and haggard back are the touch of life; A friend's letter, a blessing message, warm and touching; When you are thirsty, your colleagues will help you get back a glass of water, which is touching; Tired, your daughter beats your back, touching; In the sunset, it is also touching to watch a white-haired couple help each other to the end of the road. ...

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 substitute.

But in a hurry, most people are tempered by life and begin to become rough, and gradually become indifferent, unwilling to stop and listen to the voice of the soul, and even more unwilling to recall the comfort that touch brings to the soul. For a while, I seemed to forget the feeling of being moved. Busy with work all day, immersed in learning, not sitting in front of the computer typing, or sorting out information. My friend reminded me: Ye Ye, leave the computer, have a rest and do some exercise! Simple words make my tired heart warm and my indifferent heart melt; When things go wrong in my life, I feel irritable and depressed, and even can't help crying. At this time, my friend told me: tears don't mean vulnerability, just relieve inner unhappiness, cry! At that moment, I was moved, moved by my friend's simple language. Then I began to change myself and try to care about others, maybe just a look, maybe just a word, but others got happiness from me, got warmth from me and gave me a moving smile in return. At that moment, I suddenly understood that happiness and care can infect each other.

What is touching? Maybe a thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Perhaps, moving is the cool breeze in summer, the warm sun in winter, the freshness in spring, and a cup of fragrant hot tea ... With moving, our hearts begin to become bright, spacious and pure.

Touching is not a simple tear, not a superficial sadness, but an inner feeling and a spiritual voice between people. When you touch others, you will also touch yourself. So my friend, when you feel lonely inside, please take some time to relive that unforgettable touch! At that moment, your spiritual home will be full of beautiful and moving flowers. And guide you to the front.

Rape flowers are everywhere yellow and wheat seedlings are everywhere green, which is the best season for spring outing. After receiving numerous phone calls from my parents, I finally made up my mind to go back to my hometown on my next trip, so that I can go for a spring outing and visit my parents in my hometown. In my memory, my hometown is becoming more and more blurred. Except for the old people left behind, almost all the young and middle-aged people in the small village go out to work, and they are busy for a few days during the Spring Festival. After staying at home for a few days, I packed my bags like a devil's broom and stuffed them with my parents' care and souvenirs from my hometown. Returning home with a full load, I once again persuaded my parents to sell their old houses in the countryside and live in the city, but they were reluctant to leave the small village where they had lived for decades.

My parents took the lead in carrying my bag and insisted on sending me to the station at the entrance of the village to wait for the bus. The station is no longer as busy as when I was a child, so it is called the station. In fact, only two old houses with red bricks and blue tiles stand alone on the roadside, like an old man walking through Cang Sang. A house is a small shop selling snacks and groceries that rural people can't live without, and another house is a waiting room.

My parents have been talking to me. Nothing more than hard work, respect for leaders, good relations with colleagues, and more way for daughter-in-law. How can couples live together without stumbling? I listened to it again and again, and the more I listened to it, the more annoying it became, but I couldn't show it a little. I was afraid that they would be sad, so I had to listen patiently, but my eyes looked around in the station, trying to find back the joy and laughter left by my childhood, but I was disappointed. Those wonderful years can only be found in my memory and bloom in my dreams.

While I was looking around for the shadow of my childhood, Aunt Liu came to the station. In my memory, Liuyi's husband accidentally fell into the water and died while transporting green manure for the production team. When she was young, she was afraid that she would never get married again, because she wronged her son, and she raised her son Liang Zi alone. After 30 years, it slipped away from us quietly, and this problem became the pride of Aunt Liu and our village. After graduating from college, she started as a technician in villages and towns, and has been getting married and having children in the city. Now she is the head of a township in Linxian County. Because I am a small reporter in a newspaper, and I am also a fellow villager and alumnus, he invited me to drink several times, and I also wrote several articles for him and published them in the metropolis daily in return, so we have been playing very well and calling each other brothers.

I was attracted by the big bag on Aunt Liu's tricycle. Aunt Liu smiled and told me: "Liang Zi will come back today!" Then I wiped my sweat with my sleeve. I asked you why you sent the bag by tricycle when you came back. In my impression, Aunt Liu lives in the easternmost part of the village, seven or eight miles from the station.

"An issue is too busy. I haven't seen him for three months and four days. He is very busy at work! Call back today and go to the nearby towns to check the work. I stopped by to see if I was at home. I brought him eggs from home, salted duck eggs, dried vegetables he liked since he was a child, pots of soybean oil and two quilts, all of which were beaten in the field by new cotton last year. Warm! "

"Look at him, you will be satisfied. I wonder if he has lost weight? Busy all day! "

I was surprised and a warm current came to my mind. This is a pity to inherit the wind.

Aunt Liu continued, completely immersed in the joy of seeing her son soon. Just then, the telephone of the grocery store rang. Aunt Liu went over and asked Zhang Dad who answered the phone if there was something fishy. When he learned that this was not a problem, he smiled at first. "Look, look! I'll be back. What am I in a hurry? "

"I don't know if my grandson is tall, alas! Now the children have too much homework! The little man is carrying such a heavy schoolbag. My grandson is naughty and always gets beaten by his mother. What a child! "

The phone rang again, and Aunt Liu returned to her tricycle in disappointment. My nose is a little sour. I looked back at my parents who were busy packing my luggage, only to find that my parents were much older than when I came home during the Spring Festival, and my mother's white hair was much more and her bow was worse.

The telephone of the grocery store rang again. This time, Aunt Liu did not move. She just looked at her father hopefully. Dad told Aunt Liu that Secretary Liang would not come back today, and there was an emergency meeting in the village. Six aunts suddenly stood there, a full face of disappointment muttered "agreed! We agreed! Why did you change your mind again? Alas! I can't be a mother! "

My eyes are a little moist. Aunt Liu struggled to push the tricycle along the familiar path, and her figure was getting farther and farther in my vague sight, but I clearly heard her sigh.

I quietly stepped aside and dialed the number of the first issue. "An issue! Your mother is looking forward to your coming home! "

"alas! Don't mention it, always nagging me to go home and let her go to the city and she won't come ... "

"But you promised your mother! She shouted in front of the whole village that you were back. "

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

"I was accompanying Huang, director of the municipal government, to sing karaoke in the happy hour ballroom! Where are you? Can't you come and play? "

"You bastard!" I rudely turned off my cell phone.