There is a warm language in the classic American essay, and the language is a warm composition

There is no life and death in perfect love, and there is no parting in perfect love - Morning Flowers and Sunset".

The regrets in summer will be gently resolved by the autumn breeze.

Life is an invisible piggy bank, and every effort you put into it will not be in vain.

If there were no clouds, would the sky be lonely? If there is no sky, clouds to **mooring?

Where there is no water, it is a desert, and where there is no sound, it is lonely.

Only when the mood is simple, can we have the heart to operate and live with Jianbi; Only when life is simple, can you have time to enjoy life!

Let's fight with the world with great interest, and always walk on the road full of flowers.

If you have always been, I will always love.

When I meet you, my eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and the stars are all you. The spring breeze is not as good as you, and you are all in and out of your dreams.

The world is worth it, the night is worth it, and so are you.

Hopefully, your mood will be like the stars, shining all year round and occasionally cloudy.

Language has a temperature. We all knew very well that although there was no thermometer to test, we all felt deeply. Because language invisibly affects our mood and even our lives, everyone is a beneficiary of language, and sometimes a victim of language.

In fact, grasping the temperature of the language has nothing to do with the level of culture, but with the good and evil in the heart and cultivation. The level of proficiency can only regulate the skill of the language. Conversely, people who are good at using language skills tend to be less credible to some extent.

The most infectious and warm words are often the most simple and heartfelt languages, as well as the spring-like tone.

A good word is warm in three winters, and a bad word is cold in June". A gentle language can always bring us joy, warmth, and relief. A cordial greeting is like a spring breeze blowing in the heart lake, and warm feelings are like sparkling ripples in the heart.

A sincere blessing, like the warm sun of three or nine days, brings us brightness and spring, and drives away confusion and coldness. A sincere love, such as the fragrant jasmine blooming in the heart garden, refreshing people's hearts. On the contrary, some languages are like the cold wind of "Sanjiu", which is cold and biting; Some of them are like bad words, which make you shudder and make people shiver.

It can be seen that language can give people both positive and negative effects, and its power is also immeasurable.

I think that no matter who you are, everyone longs for the warmth of their hearts, and they don't want to feel the cold of winter, right? And one of the sources of this warmth comes from our own language and tone. While you crave warmth and warmth, don't forget that others also need warmth and nourishment, and they need such a fragrant tone.

So, when you blurt out something hurtful, be sure to filter it first and think about how others feel. Maybe you think that you were unintentional, maybe you think you were too angry at the time, but think about how others will treat you next time? If this is a vicious circle, who will warm each other's hearts with good words?

This so-called heart to heart, empathy.

Of course, the higher the temperature of the language, the better. The temperature is too high to be believed, the water is too heavy, and when exposed to sunlight, it evaporates to the point where not much is left.

Whether the temperature of the language is appropriate or not comes from the bottom of our hearts, from our tone, and is reflected on our faces.

Let's use sincere language, use a soft tone, and smile to treat our relatives, friends, neighbors, and those who are strange and in need. Because people's hearts need warmth, and each of us is the same.

One day, while the writer Turgenev was walking down the street, a beggar reached out to him and wanted to ask for some money. Turgenev searched all his pockets, but there was neither a wallet, nor a pocket watch, nor even a handkerchief. But the beggar waited, his outstretched hand trembling slightly.

Turgenev was suddenly bewildered and confused, and shook his dirty, trembling hand tightly. "Don't be surprised, brother! I didn't bring anything, brother.

The beggar's red, swollen eyes stared at Turgenev; His blue lips smiled—and then, as did he clenched Turgenev's cold fingers, "Where, brother," he said with difficulty, "thank you, too......You were the first to call me a brother. The beggar was already smiling and bursting into tears.