It was one night last week, and my mother had something urgent to go to Tangyin. She is afraid that I am not safe at home alone and wants me to stay at my neighbor's house for one night. So, my mother called her neighbor Yiran. Her cell phone was about to explode, but I couldn't get through. Looking at her window, it was dark and there was no light. She must not be at home. You want to take me to Tangyin, but you are afraid of being late for school the next morning. Mom doesn't know what to do. She runs around the house like an ant on hot bricks. As a last resort, I had to call Xinyu's mother. Unexpectedly, menstruation agreed in one bite: "Well, let her come!" My mother finally breathed a sigh of relief and sent me there.
I came to Xinyu's house, where there was heating and it was as warm as spring. My aunt saw me and asked me questions with a smile. Xinyu and I read books for a while, then watched the computer for a while, and then went to bed. Aunt has prepared two quilts, and we got into bed, soft and warm, and soon fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, it was already bright, Xinyu had finished washing, and the steaming breakfast was already on the table. Aunt told us to finish our meal quickly, and uncle sent us to school.
Later, I heard from my mother that my aunt stayed up for five or six nights that night to help me cover the quilt. In front of my eyes, I saw a picture: in the middle of the night, there was silence all around. My aunt slept for a while and suddenly remembered us. She woke up. She got up and climbed onto our bed. When she saw us kicking the quilt away, she gently covered us, and then crept back to her room ... After sleeping for a while, she woke up and got up and came to our bed ... At this moment, I seemed to see her bloodshot eyes. I want to say: Aunt, thank you for giving us a warm helping hand when we are in trouble; Thank you for your meticulous care and care for me!
The cold wind whistled outside the window, and the snow had not completely melted. Snow comes so early, this winter must be colder than usual. But with that warm winter night and so many human feelings, I am not afraid of the cold winter. The wind helps to soften and the snow reflects the waning moon. It's a quiet winter night. That night, I am not in the mood to sleep. The outside world is so white and simple that I can't help but touch the simple side of this busy world. I stood at the window and watched the number of pedestrians gradually decrease until there were no pedestrians, watching the world change. "So ... excuse me ..." A timid greeting with a strong local accent made me dumbfounded. Will anyone come so late? Although I think so in my heart, I still say "welcome" in my mouth. I turned around and looked at this late-night visiting customer. I was shocked. Standing in front of me is an old woman. To my surprise, her embarrassed appearance reminds me of refugees in the old society. In such cold weather, she only wore a shabby light coat, and the wrinkles on her face were as vicissitudes as the bark of an old tree. The snowflakes falling on her head turned into water drops after contacting with warm air, which increased sharply and became somewhat desolate. Eyebrows and eyelashes are covered with frost. Blue lips trembled and bare skin was pale and red with cold. Wearing a pair of torn and dirty cloth shoes, it is conceivable that how can such thin clothes keep out the cold in that weather outside? "I ... I think ..." I can probably hear from her intermittent accent and hesitant words that she wants to buy a down jacket. "Oh, please sit down." I went over and took her hand and sat down. Her hands are as cold as if they had just been taken out of the freezer. "You come from far away. Do you have any relatives here? " I handed her a cup of hot water and chatted with her, trying to bring us closer. She said "thank you" in a low voice, holding a glass in both hands without drinking, and looked a little stiff. "Well, I came to see my daughter." "Oh, does your daughter go to school here?" "Well, she studies very well and is the only girl in the city who has been admitted to the university ..." I listened with a smile and didn't interrupt her. Looking at the brilliance in the eyes of this ordinary but extraordinary mother, listening to the pride and pride in the words of this simple but not poor mother. From what she said, I learned that she had come a long way from the country to see her daughter. It's cold, I want to buy a cotton-padded jacket for my daughter. I heard that things in the city are expensive. She scrimped and saved all the way, didn't buy a ticket, traveled during the day, spent the night in the waiting room of the station, and only ate a few steamed buns brought from home. I am deeply shocked. I can imagine the wind, frost, snow and moon all the way, towering mountains, heavy footprints, stumbling figures in the morning breeze ... "Then you are buying clothes for your daughter!" " It took me a long time to come to my senses and say. "Well, my daughter likes white." "Ok, let me see." I walked to the corner and picked out a cheaper down jacket. Although the style is out of date, the quality is very good. "How about this?" She didn't say anything. She walked slowly to the hanger. After reading it carefully, she chose a nice white down jacket. "My daughter loves beauty. Let's take this! " "Oh ..." I glanced at the label and quickly took the down jacket in my hand. "Well, here's 500 yuan." The old man smiled. "Son, I know you mean well. I can read. I can afford 1300. " "But ..." I didn't know what to say. I just stood there, slightly embarrassed, watching her take out a small folded cloth bag and open it layer by layer, counting out 1300 yuan for me. "I'll give you a discount!" "No need." Her tone was firm, and I stood there in even more amazement. "Well, it's cold outside in this dress ..." "Oh, no, I'm hard. I'm not used to wearing this child's things." I don't know what to say. "Thank you, son!" I didn't come to my senses until the old man was about to walk out the door. "Ah ... then take care!" I hurried to the door and watched her hold the neatly folded down jacket like a baby. The cold wind blows her silver hair, but the wrinkles around her eyes stretch out in a smile. I just stood there and watched her figure fade away in the snow. The old man is right. Her body is really strong. It's snowing even harder. I don't know where the old man will go. Can she see her daughter? I will, on this warm winter night.