Touching people

小编:筱逸

In our colorful life, there will eventually be some people who make us feel deeply. They either make us happy or move us.

Sadness, sadness, regret, some of them leave indelible marks in our memory, some of them just like a white foal across the gap. They are like little stars, shining in the galaxy of our lives. And today, he moved me.

I remember that it was a bitterly cold winter. The wind was like a knife flying past people. The "whirring" sounded. The snow covered the sky quickened the pace. The whole world was cold and desolate. There were only a few poor passers-by on the street in this bad weather. It's going hard.

It's 5:30 a.m. outside the window.

Reluctantly, I went out to buy food with my mother. The cold in the corridor made me tremble. I went on in a nervous way. At this time, deep blue is still brewing in the sky. I carefully support my mother on the snow-covered road. The cold in the wind, the snow in the wind, and ruthlessly rush to our face. It tastes like a knife cut. In this way, we walked all the way to the supermarket door.

It's five forty-five in the morning, the people on the road.

The road was cold and frightening, only the two of us were accompanied by the snowstorm, but at this time, in our vision, there appeared a grandfather sanitation worker, who waved his broom vigorously in the bitter cold wind with his cocoon-covered hands. The wrinkles on his face were the vicissitudes of the years, but they also made people feel that there were. In the south, the air is wet and the snow on the ground is mixed with mud leaves. The broom needs a lot of strength to sweep, but the grandfather is not only not stopped, but also meticulous, not letting go of a grain of sand, a piece of fallen leaves. The snow on the ground seemed to be intentionally swept away by Grandpa and then rolled back. His clothes were so old and worn that only one military coat seemed to fit in. It was so weak in the face of the snow and wind of nature, but they did not seem to bring much obstacle to the old man. Instead, they made him old. People look more respectable in the wind.

It was six o'clock in the morning, the old man in the wind.

Mother pulled me into the supermarket, and a refreshing heat poured on my face. It was totally different from the cold world outside. We thought of Grandpa, who had just gone to buy vegetables, and I took this opportunity to visit the grandpa of the sanitation worker by myself. He sat on a step with his broom in his hand. I went over and asked, "Come in, it's too cold outside." "No, it's an obligation." After many times of persuasion, Grandpa still did not come in. I read out a little kindness, a little apology and more responsibility from his tone. During the time I stood staring at the door, the grandfather kept reminding passers-by to be safe. His face would show nervousness and ease and kindness. In this way, he kept reminding passers-by that people all thanked the old man by the same coincidence, and he kept repeating a sentence: No, it should be.

It's six thirty in the morning.

The sun came out and the grandfather appeared on the road again. He was still reminding passers-by to clear the snow. The sunshine passed through the thin snow and shone on the old man. It shone on the passer-by and in everyone's heart. Under the backlight, the old man's kind face was so clear that the cold seemed to have disappeared, while the warmth appeared everywhere. A smile on one's face...

In this moving morning, although the snow and the wind are cold and ruthless, those people and things warm our hearts and make our hearts full of hope and touching. This is the most touching person, a sanitation worker.

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