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There's warmth here.

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.

Happiness is everyone's dream to pursue and enjoy happiness here. What is the happiness in**? Some people say:

Happiness is in the hard sweat of learning and work; Some people say that happiness is in the warmth of love and communication; It has been said that happiness comes in the ...... of playing with friendsRight! Right! Right!

The happiness they say is there, and I don't think so. I think happiness is ordinary, simple, and happens anytime, anywhere. And here is my happiness.

I still remember vividly that it was a cold winter, and my cousin and I went back to our hometown to visit my grandparents. Interesting things happened one after another, but the one I remember most vividly was roasting sweet potatoes on a stone next to the stream. I went back to my hometown with my cousin, and my parents didn't come up until the next day.

I was so excited, I couldn't sleep at all in my hometown all night, maybe because I wasn't used to it! I finally stayed up until dawn, and I wandered around my hometown. I'll see if the puppy is up; After a while, I ran to climb the mountain by myself; for a while go to the gushing brook to look for fish; ...... in a momentTime flies, three hours have passed, my cousin has gotten up, and he can finally play with me.

My cousin went to find some of his good friends and took me to get to know them by the way. My cousin's friend welcomed me and was very friendly with me. Bai Oh suddenly laughed and roasted sweet potatoes, I was stunned.

I thought: Can my cousin bake it? I ate it once before, and it hurt my stomach all day, and I was embarrassed to bake it again!

I looked at my cousin in disbelief, and he said, "Don't look! I didn't bake that, they roasted, I burned my clothes last time, and my mother scolded me.

I went with them out of curiosity. Seeing that they were burning the fire, they couldn't afford it, and I laughed heartily. Look at the faces of shame on them.

Suddenly, a man appeared, and when he came, he lit the fire. I really admire! They put the sweet potatoes down and roasted them, and they were as black as one.

My cousin asked me to take one to eat, saying that it was cooked, but I still didn't dare to eat it, for fear that my stomach would hurt. When my cousin got to eat, he ate it with relish, which made me hungry, and I also took one to eat, it tasted so good, it was delicious. However, as soon as you finish eating, your hands become so black and black, that cousin, wipe your hand on my face, I will become black, and I will die of anger.

I tried to get my cousin, and he grabbed my hand so hard that I couldn't move. Fortunately, my cousin's good friend "betrayed" my cousin, and in turn helped me catch ** and let me smear **'s face as a big black man. I couldn't be happier!

I "caught" one happy thing after another with my cousin and those "traitors", which made me understand: in fact, happiness is very simple, you may find happiness in ** and sing happy songs.