Have you ever been touched by a stranger? Tell me a specific case.

I have encountered such a thing, and the biggest feeling is that I am really moved. Because our parents taught us to stay away from strangers when we were young, we were always unable to calm down after being so moved. Let's talk about things around my friend. Xiaoyu said that last winter, the heavy snow arrived as scheduled, and there was a rare romance. I made an appointment with my best friend to like hot pot restaurant, enjoyed the unique cold in winter and ate a hot pot. We are at the east and west ends of the city, and we will leave at the appointed time. I need to cross the footbridge on my way to the hot pot restaurant. When I walked up the stairs of the overpass, I found that the snow on the stairs had frozen into ice, and I might fall if I was not careful. I held the cold handrail by the stairs and muttered "The road is really slippery". Unexpectedly, an uncle in front of me suddenly stopped, turned around and held out his hand to comfort me not to be afraid. He helped me downstairs. I look like an uncle's eyes, sparkling and sincere. As a stranger, I resolutely refused each other's kindness. But uncle's behavior made me feel that it was not so cold in the ice and snow. Looking at my uncle's back, I sincerely say thank you. The moment I was touched by a stranger, it was very casual. Maybe it's just a similar smile, a look back at my passing eyes, or a plain word, a concern, like a ripple thrown into the water, rippling in my heart. Thanks to the warmth brought by strangers, it heals people's hearts like light. I also hope that everyone in this world can generously convey goodwill when playing the role of a stranger in someone else's world. In 2004, I was 13. One day when I came home from school, I saw a boy in his twenties sitting in the yard. He wolfed down his meal with a bowl in his hand.

I asked my mother who he was. Mom said it was a foreigner. I lost my wallet when I came here to play. At that time, telephones were not popular and family members could not be contacted. I walked all day to get here. Mother happened to be washing clothes in the yard, so she came in and asked for some water. After drinking water and chatting, I told my mother what had happened to me.

After the boys finished eating, my mother called me and took the boys to the railway station by car. I bought a train ticket and gave the boy 50 yuan money. Tell him to be careful on the train and not to lose any more money.

The boy cried when he took the money. I choked for my home phone number and said I would come back and pay back the money later. But at that time, the family was still poor and there was no telephone. Mom said forget it and took me away.

On the bus, I asked the boy why he was crying. My mother said, you will understand when you grow up.

In 2006, I was 15. The land at home was reclaimed by the government, and my mother no longer had to get up early to go out to buy food and work in a nearby factory.

One day, my mother came back and told me that you must study hard. Today, several children came to the factory, all of whom are from the mountains and have no money to go to school. They/kloc-went to work in the factory at the age of 0/7, which is very pitiful.

A few days later, my mother brought back four boys. Ragged and covered in dust. If my mother hadn't told me in advance that they were 17 years old, I would have thought they were over 30.

Mom cooked a lot of dishes and asked me to go out and buy beer. Although the conditions at home have improved a little, thrifty mothers rarely have such a fight.

When eating, those boys were very stiff and hung their heads. Mother stood up, helped them with food one by one and told them to eat more. I found them crying when they looked up and drank beer.

By this time, I already knew why they were crying.

20 14, I am 22. The third year in America. Once when driving at a traffic light, there was a white aunt who looked like she was in her forties, holding a sign in her hand and knocking on the window one by one. No one paid attention to her when she walked to my car. I looked at the sign in her hand, which probably said that her son was ill and hoped that good people would help.

When I opened the window, she also handed me the cash box and kept saying thank you. I saw it was full of pennies. I took out 50 yuan and put it in. She hesitated and said thank you.

Then ask me why I have to pay so much. I said, you remind me of my mother. I haven't seen her for three years.

I saw her crying when I stepped on the accelerator and left.

Today, I saw someone in Zhihu asking, "How dark is the countryside?" Seeing this question, I thought of my mother again.

There is darkness everywhere in the world, but where there is darkness, there must be light.

Everyone mentioned that "good people are rewarded", so I will say a few more words.

Mother has helped many strangers, but most of them are young people. I asked her why.

Mom said that every time I see them, I will be remembered. In the future, if I encounter any difficulties in other places, I hope that good people will help me.

Later, I went abroad alone, without any friends or relatives. Mom said that every time I walk down the street and see someone pulling a suitcase, I will think that I am wandering outside and my tears can't stop.

I have no friends here, and I have encountered many difficulties and setbacks, but strangers come out to help me every time. Every time, I will thank my mother.

Mother is selfish. Every time she helps others, she actually wants to pray for her children and save her character.

Many people ask me why I don't go home. At first, I couldn't go home because I didn't have a green card. Later, I got a green card, but at school. I have to work during the holidays to praise my tuition, so I have no time to go home.

I was moved by your comments. I just booked a plane ticket for July. Anyway, I have to go home to see my family.