Warm "a bowl of noodles"

At night, the spring breeze blew softly. I held my chin and sat on the colorful stone steps. I suddenly had an unforgettable thing in my mind.

That was when I was out of school, because at that time, very late, I ran home with my schoolbag, and it was so cold and cold. I quickly walked home, the time became faster, and the Sun Gonggong gradually returned home, and I ran back with some light. Just ran back to the community, the sky was dark, I went to the gazebo in the community, where some old people and grandmother were chatting, I listened to my ears, a grandmother said, "Hey, time is really fast, the sky is black. The alleys turned dark again, I just remembered that I ran a leg, but it was already late. The black road used to have a lot of lights. I didn’t know that some small gangs had been destroyed at that time. The wind blew, it made me very hurt, I immediately ran, "plop" and I fell.

There was a cockroach in the room who came out to help me in, helped me to bandage the wound, let me sit and cook it for me to eat. After a while, the fragrant face came out in front of me, and I ate it. Aunt said: "Don't worry, there is still in the pot, be careful. Don't burn." I suddenly became warmer. Auntie cared me like my mother. After a while, Aunt said, "You live there, I'll walk you home."

Auntie thank you for your meticulous care. Your warm "one bowl of noodles" makes me memorable, making it difficult for me to forget.

Guangdong Foshan Lianxing Guoxiao sixth grade: Zhou Jianlong