An essay on human warmth.

The essay on the true feelings of the world is about 300 words.

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It was another beautiful dusk, and the last rays of the sunset were sprinkled on the horizon. Once again, I sat in front of the window with my chin propped up, lost in thought: What is love?

Is it a comfort when you're sad? Or a padded coat when you're cold? Suddenly, an unforgettable event crossed my mind.

It was a sunny afternoon, and my mother and I happily went shopping. When we went to a restaurant to eat, suddenly a burly old man came in, with a strong smell of gasoline, and as soon as I saw him, I was filled with disgust for him. When we got to the station, I was shocked to find that we had forgotten to take our wallets, so we hurried back to the restaurant.

But there was no trace of the wallet, I guessed, it must be the old man, and sure enough, the old man was nowhere to be found. We hurriedly searched for a needle in the crowd, and suddenly, we saw the old man "scurrying around" with our wallets, as if looking for something. I was trying to find him to "settle accounts", but he "the wicked sue first":

When I saw that you had forgotten your wallets, I hastened out to find you. Give, your wallets. With that, the old man left.

Looking at the figure of the old man in the twilight, a wave of emotion and shock came to my heart. The cry of the bird pierced the silence of the night, and even more broke my contemplation, and I suddenly realized, isn't this the true love of the world? Isn't this the real thing in the world?

Love makes the world endure, love makes humanity endure!

Mu Li | 2014-01-13

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Please remember this true feeling, and pass on this true feeling with your own actions, so that this true feeling will always remain in everyone's hearts.

Every true affection will be treated with a lofty respect like a smile in spring, and it should be treated with a sense of not asking for anything in return.

Parents. Schoolmate. Stranger. As long as there is a little bit of it, you can say that the warmth of the world does not have to be written between people, and you can write between people and animals.

The feelings between people can be acquaintances or strangers (not relatives, better than relatives), but they must hold on to warmth

<> As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful ......"Every time I hear this touching song, a past event comes to mind.

One winter vacation, we went back to our hometown in Jiangsu for the New Year. It was snowing heavily that day, and the whole land was covered in a white coat. The snow in the neighborhood was a foot thick, and when I stepped on it, it reached my calf.

My dad and I had just come back from outside and happened to see an old man. I saw that he was holding a bag in his left hand, and walking with crutches in his right hand, one foot deep and one shallow foot in the snow, and he walked hard. Suddenly, he slipped and fell into the snow with a pained expression on his face.

But just as he was about to get up, he fell heavily to the ground. My dad and I hurried over to pick up the old man and help him pick up his things. We immediately contacted his family and took him back, and his family thanked us again and again.

At this time, Dad proposed: "There is a lot of snow on the road, some of which have been frozen, and there are many elderly people and children in the community, so it is very inconvenient for them to walk and slip easily, so let's go outside to remove the snow together!" "Yes! "I readily agreed to my father's proposal.

We said we would do it, and immediately went home and got shovels and other tools and went downstairs. Dad took me along the road in the neighborhood and shoveled snow to both sides of the road. I have little strength, so my dad mainly shovels the snow, and I'm in charge of sprinkling salt on the shoveled pavement.

Dad said it would avoid freezing again.

In this way, my father was in front and I was behind, and the snow shoveling operation was carried out in an orderly manner. Although my little hands are red from the cold, it is the first time to participate in such an event, not to mention how happy I am! After a while, many neighbors saw it, and they also brought tools from home and started working with us.

The snow shoveling project, which had been progressing slowly, suddenly accelerated. The road was swept away by us. Although everyone was tired and had beads of sweat on their foreheads, everyone had a smile on ......their faces

Although this incident is a small matter, it makes me deeply feel the warmth of the social family. There is true love in the world, and true love warms the world!

Instructor: Zhong Rui.