Life is endless and spirit is endless. Countless little things in our life have been deeply woven into our memory. These little things are always warm and memorable.
The dark clouds rolling in the sky are like the overturned ink, dark and heavy pressure down, the whole campus is immersed in a restless atmosphere“ Ding Ding... "The bell first broke the dead silence after class. The students cheered and jumped. Under the command of the teacher, they lined up and walked to the school gate.
Just when I came to the corner of the stairs, a girl came out of the aisle and ran straight to the stairs. Her exaggerated action immediately attracted everyone's attention. Suddenly, her bag broke down eagerly. The books in the bag were scattered all over the floor. Books and the crowd around her were scattered all over the aisle.
The girl's delicate face, there was an anxious look, I looked at her panic look, can not help but have a trace of concern: now is the school peak, students are flocking down the stairs, a little careless, is very likely to happen stampede accident ah! Thinking of this, although I was afraid, I decided to help her immediately.
Seeing my coming, the girl's eyes seemed to flash a little. We picked up the books together. Soon, they came back to the little girl's arms one by one. Just as I put in the last book, a "thank you" came to my ears. For a moment, the girl's gentle voice seemed like a warm current all over my body. I couldn't restrain my inner happiness. I looked up with a smile and said, "you're welcome." She nodded and followed the crowd out of school.
I look at her far away back, think of her smile and thank you words, feel unprecedented comfort.
The sky is bright again, the dark clouds seem to have been pushed away! The girl's "thank you" sounds like a beautiful song lingering in my ears. Her bright smile still appears in front of me. Maybe the joy at this time comes from the relief of helping others!
Life is endless, and the spirit is endless. People often say that "a little thing shows the truth", and this little thing is like a knife, which carves a sharp pen in memory. Although it is small, it is bright; Although ordinary, but shining! The warmth of small things, let people remember!