Heart cold? Cold core

Heart cold · cold core

In March, at the beginning of spring, the chill was not retired at all. It was best to enjoy heating at home.

One day in March, I was watching TV at home, the doorbell rang, and an old lady broke into my house. Her hands and feet were trembling with coldness. The hair on the forehead was blown by the wind. The five deep wrinkles on her forehead exposed her age. She held a few packs of candles in her hand and gently asked: "There may be a few days of electricity in the community this evening. Do you need candles?"

I am amazed, what is the society now, the candle has become an antique, what candles do you need? I hurriedly drove her out and said with a sigh of relief: "Don't I have a flashlight? It really ruined the mood of others."

The look in his eyes dimmed, and when he left, he took care of his hair and was embarrassed. However, she was not discouraged and continued to knock on other doors and wanted to send the cold candle out, but she explained it repeatedly and eventually was driven out.

I gently closed the security door, and I didn't bother to pay attention to her. I continued to look at the tasteless TV, and there was a kind of unspeakable taste in my heart.

In the evening, there was a blackout. The window was tightly piped, and the wind always squeezed in through the gap. I felt very cold. Going to get a flashlight, but the cold iron, the light is cold, can not give me the temperature demand, I regret it. Someone knocked at the door. I went to open the door and found that it was still the old woman. She had a good candle in her hand, but there was a wax liquid that solidified into a piece on her finger. I bought a bag of candles from the old lady, lit it, and the small flame on the candle on the table made me feel a little warm. I saw a small wick inside the flame. The original cold wick was heated by the flame. .

My heart is heated by the candle, like a wick, the little candlelight sways in my heart, like the same fiery sun, so my heart is no longer cold, I want to buy all the candles of the old woman, push the door open I have disappeared from her appearance.

The second day: Chen Hanfei