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In my closet, there is a yellowed shirt. It wasn't originally yellow, but it became an "antique" because it had been stored for too long.

This is not an ordinary shirt, it embodies my mother's endless love for me. Every time I see it, I can't help but think of something that I will never forget.

It was when I was 9 years old, and my family lived on the 13th floor of a high-rise house. One night, I suddenly had a high fever, and my father was away on business, so my mother took me to the hospital alone. When I arrived at the hospital, I queued up for **, queued for treatment, queued up for medicine, queued for puncture, and then had a long time for hanging injections.

By the time it was all over, it was already more than 2 o'clock in the morning the next day, and my mother helped me out of the hospital door with physical and mental exhaustion.

The taxi took us to the doorstep, and looking at the tall buildings, I wondered: the elevator stopped, how do we get upstairs? Our family lives on such a high floor, how easy is it to take the stairs?

But my mother immediately made a decision and said, "I'll carry you upstairs." I firmly disagreed, but I felt dizzy after just two steps, so I had to be carried by my mother.

At first, my mother was not very tired, and her pace was quite relaxed. But as the floor went on, I visibly felt that my mother was tired, and in the quiet corridor, my mother's rough panting was so clear. Unconsciously, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from my mother's forehead, and the white silk shirt on her body was also soaked with sweat.

I know, it was my father's new shirt for my mother.

The cold wind of early winter was blowing incessantly, and the fallen leaves on both sides of the road were constantly shivering and rustling in the cold wind. It was getting dark, and the night was hopelessly falling.

Jumping off the school bus, I was so upset, I smashed the English test again today, and I felt very uncomfortable. It's not that I'm afraid of being scolded by my father, but I'm afraid that it will make him uncomfortable. So I felt a little more uneasy and guilty in my heart.

When I got home, I found that there was no one at home, and I was both disappointed and a little happy. Walked into his bedroom, put down his school bag, and took out the forty-three ranked test paper in a daze. I don't know how long later, suddenly, I heard a familiar footstep, I hurriedly stuffed the roll into the drawer, and when I looked up, I found that my father had pushed the door in.

I pretended to be fine, took the food my father had brought from my grandmother's house, and ate it, not daring to look at my father's face. My father didn't notice anything unusual about me at the time. He sat next to me, asked about the school today, and stroked my head from time to time.

He asked me, "How did you listen to today?" I said

Not bad. He asked, "What do you eat at noon?"

Are you used to eating at school? I said, "Okay."

Why do you look so tired today? "Father must have sensed something. I hastened to say:

Not tired. He didn't say anything more. After a while, I looked up and saw that he was still looking at me, very warm, very loving eyes, that gaze kept shining into my heart, soothing my uneasy heart, something in my heart was touched, and finally, I couldn't help but cry out loud with a "wow".

My father asked me in confusion and nervousness, "What's wrong?" I held my head and shook it, and finally, shouting to tell him:

Why? Why do I struggle until one o'clock every night before I go to bed, and no matter how hard I try, my grades can't go up? I cried hysterically, and at this moment, I saw my father's eyes shining with tears, helplessly rubbing his hand against my head.

Coming home from school the next day. I opened the door and found it empty, and when I walked into my bedroom, I saw a book on my desk, "The Lamp of the Earth". I opened it in confusion and saw a clear line written on the title page:

Child, you have to understand that a strong person is not a person who does not cry, but a person who keeps running forward with tears in his eyes. Today is your birthday, you are a year older, I hope you are a strong person, and Dad believes that you will be able to overcome yourself! ”

When I saw my father's familiar handwriting, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Tell yourself silently in your heart: Dad, don't worry, your daughter will definitely be the one who keeps running forward with tears in her eyes!

Treasure the memory, a kind of elegant taste, material treasure, give people a down-to-earth; Emotional treasure gives people happiness. Every collection is beautiful. Every collection will give people a sense of satisfaction.

Treasure a greeting card? A **? A stamp?

A smile? Or even just a hint of emotion? No matter what is treasured.

It's an ordinary key, an old key, a useless key, but it's my treasure, the most beautiful treasure.

Every time I see it, I recall that unforgettable time in my mind.

That day, I was just about to go out when my mother stopped me. "Throw the garbage bag downstairs! Your dad and I came back tonight and got the keys! I answered, grabbed the keys and strap, and went downstairs.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw an old cleaner cleaning up the garbage, which was black and smelly in the summer. When I saw him, it was like seeing a plague god, and he immediately kept his distance, shot two meters away, and with a "whoosh", the garbage flew into the garbage bin.

The day passed quickly, I came home from school, and just wanted to open the door, my heart panicked, where is the key? Did it go to**? Although the acquaintances in the trees kept screaming, my hands were as cold as ice. I searched all the pockets, school bags, and floors, but I didn't find them.

Little sister, what are you looking for? ”

I ......I'm looking for ......Nothing! I looked back and saw that it was the old man from the morning, pushing a bicycle. I immediately panicked and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Can't find the key and can't get into the house? ”

Hey......What do you want? My heart pounded, "Use your care!" ”

Isn't it this string? He took the key and shook it in front of my eyes.

That's right, that's mine, the silver security door, the gold door, why is he there? I didn't think much of it, so I snatched it up, and I touched his hand, which was so rough that it hurt me.

I saw it in the morning when I was cleaning up the garbage. You accidentally threw it in the box. I want you to come back from school in the afternoon, so I'm riding to you. ”

I don't know what to do.

Be careful next time. ”

Before I could come back to my senses and say thank you, he pushed the cart away. Looking at his distant figure, I suddenly felt that his heart was so pure and beautiful, and he must have known that I hated him, hated his work, and annoyed his dirty. But he didn't care, he didn't care at all.

yes, without his dirt, how can we be pure? The key weighs heavily in my hand.

Now, although I have moved, I still treasure the keys, and at the same time, I also treasure the most beautiful things and the most beautiful people in my heart.