Passed love

Long Road will dedicate love to the distant side, Baiyun will dedicate love to the pasture, and Starlight will dedicate love to the long night. The years will love to give to the season. This is the love passed, no complaints, no retreat, no sorrow, just like "one year old and one glory" "The age is old.

Occasionally, I saw a woman on the side of the road with a baby who was a few months old and begged on the side of the road. This was nothing, but the moment the baby turned around, I was still stunned, the baby was Rabbit lips! I was shocked by a big jump. When I passed by them, I always kept my arm tightly. I and she didn't dare look back. We were all afraid to see the mother's broken arm, the child's rabbit's lips; seeing them both kneeling on the road. Begging; seeing them crying... Actually, I have been away there for a long time, but somehow, we returned by the same way, and came back to the mother and son again. I stood behind them for a long time, passers-by Think of us as alien monsters. On the same road, there are two girls, dressed in fashion, carrying school bags, and the zipper of the bag is full of key rings. When they pass by the mother and the child, they stand without hesitation, and their faces are full of pity. look. One of the girls found the wallet from the bag and found out a five-yuan hand to the mother. The mother took the money and giggled again and again. Another girl seemed to know something and looked for it from her bag. Out of the wallet, I took out five yuan from the wallet and handed it to the mother. Not only that, but she also said a word, very lightly, just like a feather falling: "Let's live well, take care of Good boy." Just 11 words, 11 words lightly, stunned us and the mother who was lying on the ground, my heart turned up, and at this moment, the two girls have gone. Far away, it is a long walk with a smile. "They are good people." The mother cried. I ran back to the school, and we seemed to be in the same breath. At the same time, we took out the money from the purse and ran out of the school. At the same time, we came to the place where we just stayed, and handed the money to the mother while smiling. While leaving. On the street, passers-by gradually increased, and the number of mothers and sons gradually increased, and the number of people who delivered love gradually increased. Despite the crowd, it was very spacious, I thought so at the time. After school, I and I came there again. I saw that everyone passing through the mother and child had handed out their own minds. The mother and son’s jars were filled, and the money had overflowed the cans. The wind did not seem to blow away people’s love.

Let this little love continue to pass, crowds, crowded streets, with this little love is so warm, so comfortable

Sixth grade: the end of the road