What is the essay that calls on urban people to cherish warmth

There are some things that you obviously have, but you don't cherish until you lose them. As the old saying goes: The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

That is to say, when our parents are healthy, we always use the excuse that we are busy with work and entertainment, and neglect to repay their parenting kindness, and always feel that there will be time in the future to earn more money and give them better care. One day when I lost it, I found out that what my parents wanted may not be money, but just a **, maybe not rich and expensive, but just eating together and cheering for home. When things are in our hands, we must learn to cherish them.

Don't wait for you to lose it.

It's the same in life. We have family, love, friendship, health, and peace. These are all things that we need to be thankful for. In life, more often than not, we will be impetuous, looking for it in a daze, but we don't find that what we want is actually in the palm of our hand.

The same is true for ideals. The ideal is not far away, it is in your own hands. Grasp the present, grasp each day, give yourself a small goal, and gradually achieve it.

The search for the key should start from your own hand, and the search for the ideal should also start from your own hand. If you don't do what you do well, it will only make your mood more confused and your work more chaotic.

If you want to be a person who knows how to cherish life, and if you want to be a person who knows how to do things, you must start from the present, from the things in hand, and from now.

One afternoon, I was watching TV and happened to see a program called "Pride of China". Because of the time, although I only watched a few clips, these clips moved me deeply.

One day, a taxi collided with a large truck on the road, and soon the taxi caught fire, but the driver was trapped inside, unable to escape. And this taxi is equipped with liquefied gas in the back of the car, which can happen at any time**. At this time, in the crowd of onlookers, a pair of young brothers rushed out, they quickly rushed to the driver's seat of the taxi, and the two worked together to pull the driver out, but the strength of the two of them alone could not pull the driver out.

Seeing that the taxi was about to **, it was too late, it was fast, and a middle-aged man rushed out of the crowd, and the three of them competed together, and finally pulled the driver out, but just a few seconds after the three of them left, the taxi **. It is the true love of the world that makes this taxi driver get a blue sky of life again.

is obviously a person he doesn't know, but he doesn't care about his own life to save another person who is on the verge of life and death. Isn't this the trust and true affection between people? There is an old lady in Shandong who has devoted all her resources to taking in those homeless orphans for ten years, taking care of their lives and cultivating their studies.

There are more than 100 orphans who have grown up in this warm home and served the society, and these children call this kind old aunt "Mommy". True love is like a ray of sunshine that warms the hearts of these orphans and ignites their hope for the future. True love is like a clear spring, moistening their fields that have been dry and rainless for a long time, so that they can thrive under the nourishment of true love.

I remember that in modern times, China was a very poor and backward country, and was often bullied by other countries. Since China entered the initial stage of socialism, our cultural quality and degree of civilization have been constantly improving, and there have been more and more examples of selflessly "helping others," even "sacrificing oneself." Indeed, our society is composed of countless human feelings, in the society, each of us has more care, more help, "one side is in trouble, all sides support", our society will become a beautiful world.

Let us join hands and give everyone's true feelings to compose a beautiful movement of mankind together!

Happiness is like the old man of time giving everyone 24 hours a day, but happiness becomes unfair because of everyone's different attitudes, pessimistic people believe that happiness is the unattainable horizon, unattainable; Optimistic people believe that happiness is all around ...

Is this okay&o( o hope you can adopt.

[Stretch out your warm hand].

The blessings and misfortunes of life, who.

It is impossible to predict, and no one can easily resolve the emergency; Walking in the world, who can resist the oncoming wind and rain by themselves? No matter how great a person's strength is, it is just a small boat in the sea, and he can only be fate with the waves, ups and downs from the sky. But love can hold up an umbrella for you in the wind and rain, and send intimate warmth in the biting cold wind.

I once read a story about one day when a teacher asked children in class to draw something they would like to be thankful for. One of the children drew a hand.

The governess walked up to the cute child with expectant eyes in her eyes and looked down at him and asked, "Can you tell me whose hand you are drawing?" ”

It's your hand, teacher. The child whispered.

It turned out that the child's family was poor, his father often drank alcohol, his mother was weak and sickly, and he had no job, and his shabby clothes were always dirty. After school, the teacher often takes the child's hand and sends him for a walk.

An unintentional help may have long been forgotten by the person concerned, but it can leave a very deep imprint on the hearts of others. Many times, a little love may be a gesture, but it can be a great help, or even a lifetime treasure, for those who lack love. What reason do we have to refuse to be kind, to refuse to show love to others?

Once, I saw people in the community donating. A reporter was interviewing an elderly man who had donated a lot: "Grandpa, is your family very rich?"

Why donate so much money? The old man smiled and said, "No matter how poor I am, I am still much richer than the people in these disaster areas, so why not give a love?"

The old man's words touched me deeply. Coincidentally, not long ago, a student from our school was sent to Hangzhou for treatment due to illness and needed a large amount of medical expenses. All the students in the school were enthusiastic about donating, and I did not hesitate to put all my pocket money into the donation box.

I couldn't be prouder and more satisfied with my actions.

Indeed, every love we give will bring the warmth of life, the courage to survive and the hope of life to people in distress; Every care we dedicate to the society and every good deed we do is a spiritual baptism and moral sublimation. Let us continue to carry forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation of poverty alleviation, care and mutual assistance, participate in good deeds, use our love to benefit more groups, and use our practical actions to let those in need feel the warmth of the society, so that our society will be more harmonious, warm and friendly, and our lives will be more brilliant and beautiful.

There are many things that move me, but I am not moved by a beautiful dress, not by the superior living conditions, not by money, only by that little bit of true affection.

I remember it was in the third grade. One day, I rushed back to the classroom to prepare for class. Suddenly, something tripped me up.

I felt a pinprick pain in my knee. I tried to stand up, but my knee hurt even more and I couldn't hold it up. Large drops of sweat slid down my forehead, and my eyes turned red.

A few boys on one side saw me sitting on the ground and laughed at me unscrupulously. I felt helpless and could only ignore them, hoping that a teacher would come and help me.

Just then, a group of girls came running towards me from the balcony. "Are they here to help me? "Just as I was thinking, they had come to me.

Let us help you up. Dong Mohan said to me sincerely. Others rushed to help me.

Suddenly, a piercing pain made me frown. Seeing my expression, they became more cautious, and simply carried me down the hallway to the classroom, and gently placed me in my seat. I think:

If they hadn't helped me and helped me into position, I might still be trying to get up in the hallway. They looked at me around me earnestly, Huang Chulin carefully curled my trouser legs, saw that there were blood stains on it, and hurriedly asked another classmate to bring a clean napkin and carefully wipe the blood off it for me. At this time, the class bell rang, and I put down my rolled up pants and motioned for them to hurry back to their places.

After class, they gathered around me again and talked to me about happy things. I was infected by their happy atmosphere and gradually melted into their conversation. We laughed and I felt less pain in my leg and smiled.

Zhang Weier encouraged me to take a few steps and give it a try. I walked a few steps against the table, and they smiled knowingly.

Warmth can be a few words or just a few tiny movements, but it's everywhere. The love of my classmates warms me, and I want to bring my care to friends in need, so that everyone is surrounded by warmth, and the world is full of warmth and warmth.

There are more and more high-rise buildings, and the space is getting smaller and smaller. There is more and more indifference, and there is less and less warmth. However, moving, in its light but moving enough way, interprets the connotation of humanity. — Inscription.

There were tears, and I felt like I was still full. I was moved by opening the window in the morning and watching the sunlight penetrate every leaf, in a silent yet simple way to talk to life. Walking in the evening, watching the sunset set, and tasting Li Shangyin's artistic conception of "the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk", I was moved.

Touched, ignited a petal of heart incense in the spiritual home, lingering in people's lives.

The times are developing, and while the economy is highly developed, has our spiritual home been barren? Are we missing a corner of our hearts?

In a hurry, how many people stop to listen to the voice of their hearts? Most people are too rough by life and gradually become apathetic.

The streets of Manhattan, New York, are full of traffic. A little girl stayed under a tree and refused to leave. People are amazed to find that she is waiting for the last leaves of autumn to fall. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural replacement.

A person who lacks emotion is not a real person.

There can be no real development in a society that lacks emotion. It lacks humanistic nutrients and can only go to barrenness in the end.

How long have we not been touched by those beautiful words. Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's depression, Tolstoy's vastness, Hugo's grandeur.

How long have we not been touched by those noble backs. Qu Yuan, who creates a warmer sun for the people in winter; sprinkled the heroic and righteous Wen Tianxiang of "who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of the sweat"; Su Wu, who was lonely and watched over the three thousand years of the Han Dynasty, ......

Touching is not simply crying, not superficially feeling sad, moving is a kind of humanistic spirit, is the resonance of the soul between people.

In today's highly developed material, where does our spiritual road lead? Let's learn to be moved.

When each heart is no longer far away from the other, our society will have a few more wisps of warmth. When everyone can feel the vibration of others' heartstrings, our society will become harmonious.

I came into the world to see the sun." Don't we be moved by Balmont's words?

With a petal of heart incense, our material home and spiritual home will be full of everlasting flowers and go into the distance.

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing the disoriented to walk towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, making people feel the heat in their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert that sweetens the mouth of a dry mouth.

When winter comes, snowflakes are flying in the sky, spreading a thick quilt on the earth. I walked down the street, feeling very cold, and from time to time I covered my mouth with my hand to warm up.

By accident, I noticed a few leaflets and other pieces of paper pasted on a smooth wall opposite, and an old cleaner who looked to be forty or fifty years old had brushed the paper with a water-soaked brush, and then carefully tore it with his hands.

Although she was on the other side, she could clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red was like fire.

After carefully clearing several pieces of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air, as if frozen. Seeing her move closer to the wall, she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on? Why didn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions ran through my mind.

I was about to take a look, but I saw a skinny female cleaner approaching the paper. I thought she would clear the paper, but she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: she raised her right hand, froze in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away.

When I saw it, I was even more confused, so I made up my mind to take a look.

Cross the street and come to the wall. What catches your eye is a 'missing person notice'. It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ......

The suspicion was relieved, and I understood everything in an instant. At this time, a warm current came to my heart, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, and I no longer felt cold, but felt exceptionally warm.

Winters are cold. But he also makes people feel warm, just like the two cleaners, the deep warmth in this world comes from the burning heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the petal of incense in my heart.

I think it's warm enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.