Come and help, and write an essay with a warm title, asking for sincere and touching emotions

The time and people are urging each other day by day", and the winter solstice is coming again.

Because of a warm winter with a little chill, I can't help but think that the climate will always be like this. But otherwise, when it came to the beginning of spring, I felt a wisp of spring. Even though the wind is still so hard and the temperature is still so low, the melting snow and ice, the thawing earth, and the sunny, colorful spring ......

In short, the endless spring, the surging spring tide; The inexhaustible spring light has brought vitality to people. My intuition tells me that this is the "sound of spring" calling the earth.

What is called? Is it the beginning of life? Perhaps.

Is it the revival of all things? Perhaps. In short, all these are the seeds sown by the "God of Spring" after hard work, and he is full of good hopes, giving all things on the earth the "power of spring", making everywhere a bird singing and flowers, and full of vitality.

And we are also inspired by the "God of Spring", in the spring of long years and heavy past, we have spent spring after spring. Children grow up day by day, young people mature year by year, middle age moves towards old age step by step, and old age is even more reluctant to die. Because only under the magic wand waved by the "God of Spring", there will be a beautiful and moving "Spring"!

When winter turns to spring, the willows spit green, and the warm spring breeze blows the endless wheat fields and blows the quietly flowing river. The luscious spring rain was as light as spider silk, as thin as the tip of a needle, as long as a thread, and sprinkled densely to the earth like a sieve.

Although the charm of spring is endless, "when the flowers bloom, they will fall". As the saying goes, "falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Probably spring, this is how it maintains its holy "body", which means the reproduction of life.

However, who knows, everyone is preparing everything to meet the next spring in this spring year after year.

Lost is your own walk, the heart knot is your own beating, the bitter wine is brewed by yourself, others can give you only verbal comfort, soul comfort, others can only help you to lead you to the lost, the road under your own feet, you can only rely on yourself step by step to step, no one can help you, only you can live a happy life if you are truly liberated, don't deceive yourself, don't make up your own net to drill in. Life is too short, there is not much time to squander, please cherish your youth in this limited time, grasp life well, live the most wonderful self, bless you...

Everyone is a hurried passer-by in the vast universe, everyone has a one-way ticket in their hands, the train of life will take us to the end, along the way you will see a lot of beautiful scenery, maybe let you linger, maybe let you relax, to be lucky to see these beautiful scenery is already a kind of happiness, must not be nostalgic and not stop, so you will never be able to reach the destination. Life is short, there is not much time for you to squander, inadvertently, the river of time has flowed to the distance in a hurry, how short is life? Please don't let life down in these limited years.

Buy a return ticket for your heart, otherwise you will only go farther and farther, and the more tired you go, collect all the beautiful scenery in the treasure box of memories, and run forward with all the goodness. Don't throw away the vast sky in front of you for the sake of the sky in front of you...

Sunshine, warmth, friendship.

There is such a little thing, every morning when I think about it, I feel very warm.

I remember when I first entered the school, I was a young man, a "crazy girl", running around the wide campus, and at first I was very proud, playing crazy with my friends I had just met. However, "happiness and sorrow", after a while, he politely "kowtowed" to the father-in-law of the land, his knee broke, and blood kept gushing out, sandwiching some sand and dust, which was really miserable. I was so panicked that I didn't know what to do, but the warm little hands and concerned faces made me feel warm, my vision blurred, and something strange was ......rolling in my eyes

It is not difficult to imagine that the warm little hands and concerned faces are the classmates I just knew, I handed my hand to an enthusiastic classmate, and the other classmates hugged me to the sink to clean the wounds. I still felt a little pain, and another classmate took out a hemostatic patch from his backpack without saying a word and helped me treat the wound. Although it still hurt a little, I still insisted on standing up, and my classmates laughed happily when they saw that I could stand up and were worried that I would fly out of the clouds all of a sudden.

At this time, a bright beam of sunlight shot out from the cracks in the branches and leaves, and I felt very warm, very warm, ......very warm

These are some very clumsy and subtle movements, and several years have passed, but I have never forgotten them, I can't forget the sunshine that day, and I can't forget the childish and lovely faces of my classmates.

I still remember that time, it was a warm time in the rain.

That day, my friends and I were losing track of time to play, when suddenly, a strong wind, thunder and lightning, and a storm swept in. We hurriedly stretched out the umbrella we carried with us, hoping to withstand this round of storm, but God seemed to want to joke with us, a gust of wind blew, and our umbrella was immediately blown over, and I couldn't hold it steadily, and the umbrella was blown away with the storm. We immediately ran to the large, long, and wide eaves next to us to avoid the little raindrops that looked like a group of lively elves, and in my heart, I looked forward to it, to the sky, to the earth, to my parents, and that the clouds would collect and the rain would disperse.

But the sky did not obey people's wishes, but the rain became heavier and heavier, like splashing, like pouring; The wind grew stronger and stronger; Instead, the lightning and thunder grew brighter and brighter; Louder and louder; It's getting more and more dazzling. We could only hide under the eaves and shiver in fear.

After a while, the rain did not stop. Just as we were about to cry, suddenly, there was a "tick tick...... from a distanceDrip ......I followed the sound and it turned out to be a golden taxi, and my disappointment immediately ignited a glimmer of hope. But when I felt that there was no money in my pocket, I asked my friend if he had any money, and he said:

I don't have any money. "My torch of hope immediately fell into the abyss of despair, and I couldn't help but petrify there, and I couldn't extricate myself for a long time.

We weren't on board when the taxi approached. The eldest brother in the car said, "Children, get in the car."

But ......We don't have any money. "It doesn't matter, it's not too late to get the money to me when you get home." "We finally got in the car nervously.

When the car stopped, we immediately ran up to get the money. But when we came down, the big brother was gone. I can't help but sigh, there are so many good people in the world!

A touch of warmth ignited in my heart.

Love is as deep as the sea, and friendship lasts forever.

The circle is complete, and the horse is successful.

Warm the world (kaiser3344 dedication).

In the vast sea of people, there are very few people we know. But no matter whether it is familiar or unfamiliar, there will always be "help" to warm our hearts. Helping relatives is support and love; Helping friends is tacit understanding and cooperation; The help to passers-by is meticulous care and a support.

Help is everywhere, it soaks the air around us and becomes the oxygen we breathe, supporting our lives.

The literary giant Ba Jin once said: "My goal in life is to help others, so that everyone can get spring, every heart can get light, everyone's life can get happiness, and everyone's development can get freedom." The only goal of this person who uses books such as "Home", "Spring" and "Autumn" to comfort people who are suffering and move towards peace is to help others, whether it is with loving words or with practical loving actions, to bring warmth and light to those who are moving forward in the cold night.

People who have spent their lives helping others will be respected and loved by people, just like the precious spiritual wealth left by Ba Jin will be remembered in people's hearts forever. And "help" has also become a beacon for people to move forward, bringing warmth to more people in need and spreading the flame of warmth all over the world, igniting every corner of this society.

Help is also mutual assistance, and only mutual assistance will last longer. Just as a girl with leukemia would say after donating money to a child who had dropped out of school, "I want to pass on this warmth to others when others have helped me."

Reach out to everyone in need, and the world will become an ocean of love.

I don't know if Cong Fei is still helping others underground, but I know that he died with disappointment and helplessness. The people who were helped did not have the slightest sense of gratitude, but refused to visit Cong Fei who was seriously ill with the so-called "fear of Cong Fei losing face". It is really sad that people are so indifferent to this point.

When they received that donation, didn't their hearts flutter a little, and didn't their souls be hit again and again, so that their anesthetized nerves became sober and learned to be grateful?

I hope that this kind of thing that makes the "strong man choke" will not happen again, and we will never want to see the heroic tears in the corners of Cong Fei's eyes.

Lin Qingxuan once said: "Snow, cold and clear, pure and beautiful, at a certain level, is like our hearts." And "help" is the purest and brightest background color of our hearts.

It is to help and send warm sunshine in winter to people who are hungry and cold; It is to help people who are on the verge of despair to see hope in life again; It is to help those who are lonely in the darkness to have patience and hope for the light of day.

My hometown is in Shangqiu, Henan, and I have a legend about the origin of Shangqiu.

A long time ago, without fire, people had to eat raw food. Later, due to thunder and lightning and other weather reasons, a natural fire was formed, which burned the plants and the wild beasts that did not have time to escape, and the people picked and ate them, and found that cooked food was more delicious than raw food, and from then on, as long as the thunder and lightning burned the plants and wild beasts to death, people came to grab cooked food to eat.

Soon, people learned to make their own fires and put their food on the fire to burn and eat.

Once, when the emperor and his son were on a tour of the people, they noticed that there was a place where people were still eating raw food. When he asked them why they didn't eat cooked food, the people there said, "There have been fires several times, sometimes because the fire has been extinguished by the flood; Sometimes it's because there isn't enough firewood and grass to keep the fire alive.

Therefore, Emperor Yu ordered Yan Bo to be the local "fire official" (the official in charge of fire). This place became the fief given by the emperor to the uncle, and the title was "Shang".

After he was sealed here, he worked all day long for the fire, and he was so busy that he couldn't take care of eating, and he couldn't sleep well. He first led the people to draw fire from a great distance, and found a way to make a mound of earth, and put the fire on the hill, and put a canopy to cover the rain, so that the rain in the sky could not extinguish the fire, and the flood of the river could not extinguish the fire. Then, he personally led the people to look for firewood and grass, and thanks to his ingenuity and hard work, the people of the "Shang" could not only make fires everywhere, but also make the fires endure for a long time.

Everyone was grateful to Uncle Yan, and they all said that he was a god in the sky who came down to earth and brought benefits to the people.

Later, when he died, the people missed him very much, and as soon as they remembered him, they added a bag of earth to his grave, and gradually, the mound grew bigger and bigger. Because the title of Yan Bo is "Shang", this mound is called "Shang Hill". After a long time, "Shangqiu" became the name of the place here, until now.

You can write about an ordinary person you see, how he faces life, how he is different from you, and what impact he has on the people around him.