Warm tones of life

The cold current of December retired the only remaining heat in the last season. The gray-toned sky shook the natural creatures, and it was also filled with gray indifference in my heart.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the sky was cold and rainy, the faint passers-by, rushing through the bleak streets. My mother and I followed the streetlights and just got on the bridge. The slippery road made me almost fall. When I was annoyed, I saw a woman who was struggling to push a heavy electric car and climbed up the ramp of the bridge. Slowly, I just went up and slipped down, and I couldn’t get up and down. Take me. I want to go up and help her, but the slippery ramp made me discouraged, not to mention the stranger, a chill that soaked the bone marrow and retracted the hand that had just extended. Mother stepped up and pushed the back seat of the car, giving her strength and helping her through the bridge. The woman excitedly said thank you, but the mother just smiled and walked with me.

Along the way, watching the panting mother, there is a warm thing pouring from the bottom of my heart, I asked my mother: "Why do you want to help her?" "Because many years ago, the same thing happened to me."

The same December, the same gray tone sky, the same cold, the same warmth.

On a cold and rainy day, the air is flowing cold. My mother came home from a supermarket far away, and the roads around it were closed. There was no choice. She had to push the full car to the bridge.

Uphill, she pushed hard to push up, the slope is easy to downhill difficult, to the downhill, the car will not listen. Taking a step and taking a step, my mother took the whole body and pulled the car. In the mud splash, only half of it was broken. Suddenly the body smashed, and the things in the basket were scattered all over the place, gray, black, white... The mother who wants to cry without tears, holding the car in one hand, picking up a few hands A closer item. At this point, it seems that the cold-colored ink cartridges have been overturned and unscrupulously applied in the mother's heart.

"Big sister, let me help you." A young man helped his mother pick up all the things on the floor and helped push the car down the bridge smoothly. Mom excitedly said thank you, the young man just smiled and said "this is what it should be" and left. Mother looked at the back of the distance, a warm color poured into the soul.

"This is why I want to help her. I want her to know that there is not only a cold color but also a warm touch in life."

The warmth of the ice releases the numb heart, and life suddenly becomes energetic. I know that the bright red heart is a warm color, the home of warm blood. There is a song sings "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world", do I give that little love? I am moved by my mother, because she has a fiery heart. In this gray winter, it radiates the warmth of the warmth of the people, burning the passion of "the beginning of man, the nature is good"!

Ah, the warmth of life, the warm touch, that is the main tone of life.